The Returning EX (Sophia and John)

After sending her back to the hotel, Zack went back to his work. Sophia took a bath and called for room service so she could have her favorite food. When she was done enjoying herself, she killed time by lying on the bed.

John and Zack should be in the conference by now. Sophia looked outside the window and squinted, remembering the woman beside John that night.

Even though they didn’t say a word to each other, it was as if a big fight had broken out between them. Sophia could feel the woman’s belligerence toward her, and she knew John could feel her enmity toward his companion. Why else would he scoff at me and snort when nobody was looking?

That memory vexed her. When dusk had arrived, Zack told her they were at the banquet. Sophia sat up and replied, ‘Okay.’

She felt smug, for having a spy there made it convenient for her. Then, she went to pick a dress and took her time doing her makeup. Doing makeup wasn’t an easy thing, and Sophia dragged it out.

Thanks to that, it took her one hour before she exited the hotel all dolled up as she slowly walked on her high heels.

Zack had sent her the location, so Sophia hailed a ride there. The banquet was held in a luxurious restaurant, and every guest needed to show their invitation card before admittance was allowed.

Sophia had nothing like that, but she wasn’t in a hurry either, so she took a stroll outside and sat beside a flowerbed nearby.

one and put it above her ear.

not the hotel, so she came to the front door a while later. Zack was waiting for her, but from the looks

smile back at her. “I think we were

She

your ex-husband. Come with me. I

without any explanation. Since Sophia was all dolled up, and Zack obviously came from the banquet hall, the waiter didn’t stop

a waiting room. Then, he told her to stay here

I’m here to mess things up, so how should I do that if

“I don’t have time to explain, so just listen to me and stay here.” Then, he left the

she listened to his advice and stayed inside. The waiting room was decked out with a sofa and a table that had snacks on it. She went to the windowsill and looked outside, the traffic unfurling before her. A few

sighed. “You’re back,” she grumbled. “I don’t want to wait, you hear me? I want that woman to suffer! She must feel

but before the scream could escape her mouth,

John asked, and at the same time, he tried to undress

push him away. “Hey, hey, hey, what’s wrong with you? Stop—” When

in sweat. He had no time to explain, so John held

shocked, for John looked so similar to the night they were divorced, but she thought having sex here was