The Returning EX (John and Sophia)

After Zack’s departure, the room fell into silence for a while. Sophia didn’t feel like talking, while John was a man of few words. She tried to read some entertainment news on her phone, but it was impossible. She felt skittish when John didn’t appear, but when he did, for some reason, she got more nervous.

This was a frustrating feeling, for it was just like when they were married. She would long for his return, but when he did, she pretended not to care. This is one annoying feeling. After turning things over in her mind, she put her phone down. “Thank you for what you did last night,” she said.

“I would have done it no matter who it was.” John glanced at her.

Sophia nodded. “I still want to thank you. I—”

Before she could finish, his phone rang. John looked at it and stood up. “Rest up. I’ll need to take this.”

Sophia grunted and looked outside, but after he left the room, she looked back. A moment later, she went to the room’s doorstep. The door was ajar, and John was taking the call right outside. She couldn’t hear who the caller was, but John’s voice was audible.

John said, “Yeah. I need to stay here for a bit. Something came up.” The caller then said something, much to John’s curiosity. “Isabelle? I’ll handle it once I return.”

might not have seen who Isabelle was, but she’d heard mention of her name frequently. All of the naysayers

knew if she hadn’t married John, he would have married Isabelle, for she was his fiancée. In other words, Sophia took John away from her. Old Mr. Constance insisted

her gaze and, after some contemplation, went back to the bed. Ward was a

Isabelle again. Funny, really. I’m a

ended up being a long call, and when John came back in, she was already lying on the bed, her eyes closed, her breathing stable. John thought she was asleep, so he walked

between them anymore. If it was in the past, she would

didn’t care about her, so he never spent time with her. Now that they were divorced,

was thinking, John scrolled through the itinerary on his

back, and with dinner. He wasn’t lying, but when he saw them being so distant, Zack’s face fell. He put their food on the coffee table and pointed at Sophia, asking softly, “When did

the sofa, resting his eyes.

that, Zack looked back at Sophia with