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.
The flowers were blooming inside, so Sophia plucked one and put it above her ear. A moment later, she started smiling.
After sitting there for a while, Zack messaged her, telling her to wait at the hotel’s front door. She couldn’t enter the banquet hall,
but not the hotel, so she came to the front door a while later. Zack was waiting for her, but from the looks of it, he drank a lot.
“Why did you drink so much?” She smiled.

Zack couldn’t smile back at her. “I think we were set up.”
“Is that so?” She arched her eyebrow.
Zack reeked of alcohol. “I think they’re here for your ex-husband. Come with me. I don’t think I can do this myself.”
Sophia was surprised. “What do you mean?” Zack took her into the hotel without any explanation. Since Sophia was all dolled
up, and Zack obviously came from the banquet hall, the waiter didn’t stop them.
Instead of taking her to the lobby, he took her to a waiting room. Then, he told her to stay here while he went outside to settle
something.
Sophia wasn’t going to agree to that. “You expect me to wait? I’m here to mess things up, so how should I do that if I wait?”
Zack looked serious. “I don’t have time to explain, so just listen to me and stay here.” Then, he left the room.
Sophia glared at him, but 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 moments later,
someone opened the door.
Instead of looking back to see who it was, she sighed. “You’re back,” she grumbled. “I don’t want to wait, you hear me? I want
that woman to suffer! She must feel the pain! I mean, I’m rich, so I can’t just take that hit lying do—” Before she could finish,
someone leaned against her, and he reeked of alcohol.
Sophia almost jumped, but before the scream could escape her mouth, she swallowed it back once the person talked.
“Is that you, Sophia?” John asked, and at the same time, he tried to undress her. Sophia’s dress was easy to take off anyway.
Sophia turned around to push him away. “Hey, hey, hey, what’s wrong with you? Stop—” When she saw John though, she
stopped, for he looked obviously off.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he was drenched in sweat. He had no time to explain, so John held her shoulder and kissed her.
Sophia was shocked, for John looked so similar to the night they were divorced, but she thought having sex here was a bit
inappropriate. It wasn’t that John cared though, for he tore her dress apart easily.