The Returning EX (Sophia and John)

John looked apathetically at Mrs. Constance who was now seated on the couch while everything which had been on the coffee table moments ago was strewn all around the room. The servants didn’t dare to tidy it up because she didn’t allow them to.

However, William was also a part of the reason this happened because he had been too tolerant all these years. He probably thought that Mrs. Constance was just throwing a small tantrum and wouldn’t cause any huge trouble out of it, so it was alright to let her go about her unreasonable ways.

Despite that, humans were smart creatures who knew how to test the limits of others. Since William kept giving in, Mrs. Constance took it for granted and thought that he would never blame her no matter what she did.

After wailing for a long time, Mrs. Constance turned and was surprised when she saw John. Pouting her lips, her eyes welled up with tears again as she cried, “You’re back, John.”

Almost immediately, John could clearly see the palm print on her left cheek and his heart wrenched at the sight of it although he was mad at her.

When she took the pictures secretly and sent it to the media, she never thought how much her actions would affect him.

“You’re the one who took the pictures?” he asked, pacing toward her.

Pursing her lips, she nodded and explained, “I thought that if I helped you announce this publicly, then the photographs of you and Belle will be anything but scandalous, and there won’t be any problems at all.”

What a simpleton, John sighed and sat next to her on the couch. “Tell me honestly, whom did you send the photographs to?”

also implicated in this issue, so

but burst into laughter. Even now, she didn’t see anything wrong with

had been wailing and

up, he declared, “I’m going upstairs to

own good since you don’t like Sophia and won’t be together

at her, he stared at her for a long while before saying, “For my own good?” He let out a chuckle and continued,

her some time to recover and said, “That’s impossible. How could you possibly like that village girl? She’s not

what I want. Did you choose Isabelle because you think I’ll like her, or because she’s your

Casting her

the study while Old Mrs. Constance

couple of times on the closed door, but there was no sound from the inside. So, he

open, and William said with a tired

seemed like Mrs. Constance had driven

the door, he began, “I’ve sent someone to contact the media, but I can’t be sure that the Baileys who also know about this will keep it to themselves. After all, Isabelle’s reputation is on the

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