The Returning EX (Sophia and John)

All the renovations were done, save for some details. Sophia then went outside and looked at the sign above the shop. She had decided to call the shop ‘No Response.’

That sounds perfectly sad. Sophia chuckled. After walking around for a while, she went home and took a bath. When she came out, someone commented on her post on Facebook. Not long ago, she posted a picture of her shop, and Zack popped up to show support at the first chance, but this time, the comment had nothing to do with the post. ‘I can’t believe you did that,’ he commented.

Sophia didn’t understand what he meant. She took no part in the renovation, so the comment wasn’t related to that, and she was sure of it. A moment later, she texted Zack to ask what he meant, and it took about one second for him to respond with a phone call. Sophia took it, though she was surprised.

Shortly after, she could hear the smile in his voice. “I didn’t know you can do that, Sophia.”

That sounded more like a praise than mockery, much to Sophia’s surprise. “Did I do anything?”

Zack clicked his tongue. “You don’t know? Fine, I’ll tell you, then, but keep it a secret. This is only for your ears.”

I can keep

“I overheard President William’s call today.” John’s dad? What’s this got to do with me? Sophia kept quiet and listened to Zack. “I think he called his wife, telling her he can’t take it anymore. He even said it’s not only because of you.” Then he chuckled. “That sounds like a divorce. The way I see it, he’s saying

much of a drama queen, and only an unbelievably patient guy like John’s dad can put up with her. If it were anyone

hit rock bottom.” He clicked his tongue. “They’re probably going to stay apart for a while. Even if they’re

her. It’s going to be priceless.” That old hag has always looked down on me. I want to witness the moment she gets the taste of her own medicine.

about John. “It’s been a couple of days since we saw the Baileys here. Everyone’s trying to avoid the court of public opinion. Of course, that includes Isabelle. All she can do is call, so relax. Not like calls can spark

smacked her forehead. “Alright, stop. I don’t want to hear anything about

her protests, Zack continued, “He’s been going through the wringer these days.” Zack sighed. “I have never seen him

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