The Indifferent Ex-Husband: Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate novel Chapter 636

She spoke softly again, not out of curiosity, but because she was somewhat at a loss on how to deal with this dude claiming to be her husband.

Brandon nodded, cutting straight to the chase with a quick rundown: “Your name’s Sophia, a top-notch architect. You designed the Zenitha-style resort project that’s going up in Zion City. I’m Brandon, currently running the show at Starlight Group. We’ve been hitched for years and have a two-year-old daughter. You got hurt saving someone at the construction site of the Zenitha-style resort while on a business trip in Zion City, and the Ferber family fished you out of the river.”

There was a slight hitch when he got to the "married for years" part – it was a can of worms that could lead to the fact they were actually divorced.

Brandon subconsciously didn’t really want to touch that chapter of their history.

But clearly, Sophia was puzzled about this as well.

“Married for so many years, then why is it still…” She wanted to ask why there wasn't the usual warmth and dependency between them that married couples have, but, not wanting to hit a nerve, she switched to a more tactful approach, “So... how did we meet?”

After asking, she gave an embarrassed chuckle, “I can’t help feeling like we’re from different worlds or something.”

The day she saw him at school, he was the center of attention, surrounded by President Poe and a bunch of other bigwigs, shining bright like a diamond.

Same scene at school today.

Whether he was being escorted by the school’s top brass or standing on stage, the guy seemed untouchable and dazzling.

For some reason, Sophia always felt like she and Brandon were worlds apart.

Every time she saw him, he seemed like someone to admire from afar, not someone who would cross paths with her in real life.

And judging from their brief WhatsApp chats, Brandon seemed like a tough nut to crack.

She couldn’t picture what being married to him for years would even look like.

“We were classmates,” Brandon said, “in the same class during our senior year of high school.”

Sophia suddenly remembered the “Brandon” and “Sophia” side by side on the honor roll at West district high school.

“Did we start dating back in our school days?”

She frowned as she asked, then felt something was off. If it was one of those 'high school sweethearts to wedding bells' kind of love stories, why did they feel like strangers?

The word “strangers” popped up in her mind, and she was momentarily taken aback by her own thought.

Having gone through the experience where Ivan told her he was her boyfriend, and now facing the possibility that Brandon claimed to be her husband, she didn’t have the same fear that it might be true as she did with Ivan, nor did she feel any psychological closeness or dependency. It was more of a distant reverence, coupled with the sour and bittersweet sadness she felt the previous times she had met him.

Sophia, however, reflexively brushed his hand away as if scalded.

“I’m... I’m okay.”

Her voice was choppy from the coughing, her cheeks flushed – whether from the coughing or from something else.

A hint of amusement twinkled in Brandon’s eyes.

Kent chose that moment to walk in, his eyes initially not noticing Sophia on the bed, all his focus on Brandon.

Kent’s sudden voice made both Sophia and Brandon look up towards the door.

Only then did Kent get a clear view of Sophia’s face.

“Sophia?” Kent's voice spiked with shock and disbelief, clearly stunned to see her there.