The Returning EX (Sophia and John)

She lay in her bed that night languidly, tossing and turning. It might not be as good as the one Matilda prepared for Isabelle in the Constance Residence, but this was good too. She closed her eyes and thought about John’s accommodation. There were two guest rooms here, so she could let him stay in one of them. He can clean it up tomorrow himself. She didn’t want to bother with his matters anymore.

Then, she remembered how she kicked Matilda earlier. She felt groggy, but she also regretted not kicking her a few more times. That old bat would give me a wide berth from now on if I did that. The idea lingered in her mind until she drifted to sleep.

She then had a dream where she could do anything she wanted. In her dream, Matilda was not her only victim, but Isabelle too. Isabelle became the servant in her dream. Awesome. I hate that woman. She sent Isabelle flying with a kick, and she cackled out loud, then she woke up from that dream of hers.

Oh, why do I have to wake up now? That was the fun part. She wanted to see how messy Isabelle got, so she forced herself back to sleep, for it was still early. However, continuing her dream wasn’t that easy. She wasn’t bothered by dreams after that, and she slept well. When she woke up, it was already morning.

The sun was shining warmly on her bed, then she slowly went to wash herself up. When she stood before the mirror, Sophia pulled her shirt up, revealing the traces John left on her. He did this to me when I was drunk. That shameless animal.

After washing herself up, she came down in casual wear and made breakfast for herself. She had no job and nothing else to do, so the only thing here was to kill time at home. After tidying the place, she lay on the yoga mat. Do I need something more in this home? She stared at the crystal chandelier for a while.

Her mind was muddled. This whole house is mine. Unbelievable. I’m rich now, I guess. Aside from money, she got nothing from the marriage, but in hindsight, money was fine for her. She couldn’t get more than that anyway. So, Sophia sneered and told herself to relax as she waited for John to arrive.

lunchtime. When he came out this morning, he only brought a simple luggage. Matilda looked at

“John has never left us up until

speechless, let alone Old Mrs. Constance, so

door with his luggage in tow. Slowly, Sophia went

he went upstairs while pulling his luggage with him. “I’m staying

some reason, she thought she was facing the home’s owner, and she had lost all power here the instant he appeared. The house is mine though, she thought. A moment

looked around at the living room. “I ordered

can cook, so I don’t need

chose to ignore that and sat on the sofa to wait for

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