The Returning Ex

Indeed, Lola is no different from Sophia; both of them are mistresses of the family. Thus, Logan and John had no room to resist
at all. After a while, Logan brought up Ian, saying that Ian was swamped with work now. He related how Ian didn’t seem to have
any rest when they’d followed him around to a few cities, merely having taken half a day to go out and play tourist with them in
the beginning before the rest of his time was all filled with work.
John nodded. “His career has just taken off, so he indeed has to seize the opportunity while his fame and resources are there.”
“Ian has an assistant. I’ve seen her a few times, and I think she’s quite good.” As Logan said this, he couldn’t help stealing a
glance at Sophia out of the corner of his eyes.
Sophia chortled. “You’re acting anxious on his behalf.”
I guess I’m indeed anxious on his behalf. I didn’t really think about it when I was single, but now that I’ve got a family, I just feel
as though I’ve abandoned him. It feels like he’s been left out. Beside him, Lola couldn’t resist adding, “He’s just like an old father
now. Whenever a girl appears around Ian, he feels that she’s a possible candidate for him.”
Logan didn’t deny that he indeed harbored such a thought. There hasn’t been any woman around Ian so far, so that assistant is
truly a possibility. If I were to list all the women around him in the many years I’ve known him, it’d been Sophia alone in the past
whom he then fell in love with. Thus, now that another woman has appeared, I think he’ll probably fall for her, too.
At this time, the little guy in the crib at the side who didn’t have any attention showered upon him started wailing. The postnatal
caregiver hurried over and scooped the child up. “This kid wants to join in the fun at such a young age.” Sure enough, when
she’d carried him over to Sophia and the others, he stopped crying after being surrounded by people, his eyes darting around.
Matilda took the child from her. “Kids nowadays are prematurely smart. I don’t think kids back then matured so quickly.”
Sophia was still leaning against John. “It’s good that he’s smart since he’ll encounter fewer tribulations.”
John’s head snapped to the side, and he stared at her. “You talk as though you’ve encountered many tribulations.”
“That’s the truth,” Sophia countered. “Let me tell you all, I had a dream last night. I dreamt of the time when I first married John.
He didn’t even spare me a glance when he came home from work, nor did he eat any of the food I cooked for him. Ah, it just
plain ticked me off!”
John’s eyes widened. “I was just wondering why she threw a tantrum upon waking up in the morning. I asked her what
happened, but she refused to say a single word.”

Ignoring him, Sophia continued, “I even dreamed of the time when he asked me for a divorce.”
Logan was a tad nosy, so he quickly asked, “How did the two of you negotiate when you divorced back then?” I wonder how
John and Sophia brokered their divorced the first time.
Actually, I simply blurted it out. John didn’t prepare any script beforehand, or perhaps he didn’t find it necessary to make any
advance preparations. At that time, Old Mr. Constance had just passed away some time ago, so the atmosphere at home was
rather tense. Matilda was also quite the troublemaker back then, always picking fault with Sophia. On the other hand, Sophia
was timid and dared not say a single word in protest.
That night, John went home rather early and sat in the garden for a while after dinner before going upstairs. Sophia had already
washed up and was sitting on the bed while looking at the cell phone in her hand. When he pushed open the door and saw her,
he didn’t really have any specific thought in mind, but the moment he opened his mouth, he asked for a divorce.
In fact, I still remember what I said back then. He was leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed and stared at Sophia
who was on the bed. “I’ve got something to discuss with you.” Then, he distinctly saw her jolting. Hence, when he later recalled
that scene countless times, he felt that Sophia had known what he wanted to say back then.
Sophia looked up at him. “What is it?”
John’s voice was placid. “Let’s get a divorce.”
“What?” Sophia asked again.