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After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife Chapter 105 by GloryWrites

#105 “I am Asking Alexander, not You.”

Amidst the elegant ambiance of Sophia’s apartment, the air carried a sense of familiarity and warmth as Sophia and Evelyn settled in for a candid conversation. Sophia, true to her promise, presented. Evelyn with the limited edition Burberry handbag.

“I can’t believe you actually bought me a bag. I was joking,” says Evelyn standing in front of the mirror posing.

“I know, but I wanted to make you happy,” Sophia replies. “Speaking of which you have a lot to tell me about London, the media has exploded,” says Evelyn. She sits back down next to Sophia and looks at her expectantly.

Sophia immediately delved into the narrative of her recent experiences, recounting the twists and turns that had defined her journey. Evelyn, an attentive listener, absorbed each detail, her eyes reflecting a blend of concern and empathy.

As Sophia unfolded the chapters of her life, Evelyn found herself drawn into the complexities of Sophia’s world-a world that had been entangled in a web of mystery, manipulation, and unexpected murder.

With the tale of Sophia’s exploits hanging in the air, the conversation naturally segued into Evelyn’s own life. Sophia, with genuine curiosity, inquired about Evelyn’s recent endeavors, eager to reciprocate the openness she had shared.

Evelyn, her demeanor shifting, began to unravel a different narrative-a story tinged with intrigue and a touch of uncertainty. She confessed to being entangled in a peculiar relationship in the past month.

“He’s interesting, Sophia, and we do everything that couples do,” Evelyn admitted her expression a mixture of fascination and bewilderment. “But when it comes to defining our relationship or introducing me to his. friends and family, he remains elusive.”

Sophia, her intuition finely tuned, absorbed Evelyn’s words. A thoughtful silence settled between them, allowing the weight of Evelyn’s confession to linger in the air.

“I think, Evelyn,” Sophia began, her voice gentle yet firm, “it might be worth considering distancing yourself from this relationship. You deserve clarity and openness, not a situation that leaves you in perpetual uncertainty.”

Evelyn, caught in the intersection of emotions, nodded in contemplation. The advice, though pragmatic, stirred a complex array of feelings within her.

As the evening unfolded, Sophia couldn’t shake the curiosity surrounding the enigmatic figure in Evelyn’s life. When Evelyn disclosed the person’s name – Kyle Vennillia-a. glint of recognition flashed in Sophia’s eyes. The name echoed familiarity, and Sophia’s mind raced to connect the dots.

“Kyle Vennillia, you said?” Sophia mused, a thoughtful expression etched on her face. “He’s a journalist, isn’t he?

Evelyn, her gaze searching Sophia’s face, couldn’t help but be drawn into the subtle mystery that seemed to dance in Sophia’s eyes.

“How did you know about Kyle?” Evelyn asked. Sophia, a half-smile playing on her lips, replied, “Let’s just say our paths may have crossed, albeit indirectly.”

The revelation sparked a playful exchange of banter between the two friends, their laughter filling the room. The ambiance, once charged with the weight of shared confessions, now carried a lighthearted energy as they navigated the intricacies of love and relationships.

“Speaking of connections,” Sophia began, her eyes sparkling with mischief, “have you considered confronting Kyle about the ambiguity in your relationship? It might be time to bring those unspoken feelings into the light.”

Evelyn caught between amusement and contemplation, sighed. “Sophia, you always have a way of cutting through the complications. Confrontation is not exactly my strong suit, but maybe you’re right.”

Sophia leaned in, her expression conspiratorial. “Think of it as a performance review for your relationship. You deserve to know where you stand and what role Kyle sees you playing in his life.”

Evelyn chuckled, appreciating the metaphor. “A performance review, huh? Maybe I should prepare a PowerPoint presentation.”

Sophia joined in the laughter, the camaraderie between them deepening. As the evening unfolded, the conversation seamlessly flowed between shared anecdotes, friendly advice, and the subtle dance of emotions that colored their discussions.

Sophia’s phone buzzed, and she glanced at the screen to see a message from Alexander. The words sparked a flicker of curiosity and concern. “I have something important to tell you. Can we meet at Bistro 45?”

Evelyn noticed the change in Sophia’s expression. “Is everything okay?” she inquired, her eyes reflecting genuine concern.

Sophia hesitated for a moment before sharing, “Alexander wants to meet me at Bistro 45. He says he has something important to tell me.”

Evelyn raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. “Bistro 45? That sounds serious. Do you think it’s about the ongoing investigation or something personal?”

Sophia shrugged. “I’m not sure. But it feels important. I’ll go and find out.”

Evelyn nodded understandingly. “Of course. You should go. I’ll wait for you at your apartment. Let me know how it goes.”

With that, Sophia excused herself, leaving her apartment building and stepping into the crisp night. She hailed a cab, and as the city lights blurred through the window, her thoughts danced between anticipation and uncertainty.

As Sophia arrived, she saw Megan and Alexander leaving the restaurant. Megan’s arm intertwined with Alexander’s, and a fleeting sense of discomfort brushed Sophia. Alexander, seemingly swaying slightly, appeared under the influence of alcohol.

Sophia, her concern deepening, approached them, her eyes searching Alexander’s face for any signs of distress. Megan, ever the orchestrator of drama, acknowledged Sophia with a smirk, her possessive grip on Alexander not escaping Sophia’s notice.

“Alexander, are you alright?” Sophia inquired, her voice laced with genuine worry.

Alexander, his words slightly slurred, assured her, “I’m fine, Sophia. Just had a bit too much to drink. Megan here is taking me home.”

“Are you sure? You texted me. You wanted to talk.” Sophia said gently.

“He is fine, Sophia.” Megan chimed in.

“I am asking Alexander, not you,” Sophia replied harshly.

“I am fine. Trust me.” Alexander said with a drunk smile. Megan added, “Yes, he insisted on another round, and things got a bit out of hand. But don’t worry, I’ve got him covered.”

Sophia, torn between concern and the desire to respect Alexander’s apparent choice, hesitated. The situation unfolded like a scene from a play she hadn’t rehearsed for. The air thickened with unspoken tension as Alexander, leaning on Megan for support, seemed determined to downplay the situation.

As they walked away, Megan’s possessive hold on Alexander did not go unnoticed by Sophia. She bit back the myriad of questions swirling in her mind, choosing, for the moment, to let the scene unfold without interference.

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After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife by GloryWrites

After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife by GloryWrites

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Status: Ongoing Type: Author: Native Language: English

Rumors spread about the city's wealthiest man, Alexander Stone, abandoning his wife after three years of a secret marriage to marry the daughter of a state senator for personal gain.

However, his wife surprised everyone by calmly modifying their divorce agreement to demand compensation for her husband’s failure to fulfill his duties as a husband. She is entitled to half of his company. And when the man offers a reward for her whereabouts, he puts himself in the hands of his top lawyer advisor, unknowingly she is the abandoned ex-wife who is set to take half of his company.

Chapter 1 "It Would Be On My Terms, Not Yours." "This is Mr. Stone’s divorce agreement, Mrs. Stone," Alexander Stone’s butler, Charles said as he handed a large manila envelope to Sophia. "Mrs. Stone, you have a three-day window to sign the agreement and vacate the premises." Charles watched Sophia with indifference, his demeanor calm as he spoke. Although Sophia had been anticipating this moment, her heart sank upon the mention of the divorce agreement. She glanced at Charles, accepted the envelope, and extracted the divorce agreement from within. "Ten million dollars of alimony as long as he never lays eyes on me again?" she scoffed, looking straight at Charles, whose expression remained inscrutable. "How can he possibly believe he can get away with such an absurd demand?" She continued reading, "In accordance with the terms of the divorce agreement, it is acknowledged that Sophia Stone has failed to fulfill her marital obligations for a period of three years. As a result, Alexander Stone reserves the right to initiate divorce proceedings." "This is ridiculous. How could I fulfill my duties when I couldn’t even see my so-called husband? He's never been under the same roof with me in three years." Sophia tossed the papers aside. What a mockery this made of her marriage. She felt like Alexander was shrugging her off. Like she was the water on a dog's back that he simply got rid of by shaking vigorously. She felt insulted. Three years ago, Sophia reluctantly entered a marriage arranged by her grandfather, who had laid out three tasks to her during this marriage: stay out of the public eye, assist Alexander in taking over Stone Enterprise, and be his unwavering support. Though the contractual stipulation that she remain invisible to the public eye always puzzled her, she had promised her grandfather to not disappoint him. She resigned from her powerful position at her own law firm, and tried to embrace her role as the low-profile wife of a CEO who never appeared in public. Alexander took over Stone Enterprise soon after they united, and then, he became the world champion in hide-and-seek. In the beginning, she tried to maintain a connection with her husband by preparing lunches and visiting his workplace. Yet, she soon realized that Alexander was either never at the office or too preoccupied to meet her. After six months of futile attempts, she accepted the bitter truth that fulfilling her grandfather's directives was impossible. She channeled her energy into developing her hobbies, all in her pursuit of self-improvement, persuading herself to see this period of respite as a relief from her life as a renowned lawyer and founder of the world-famous law firm. Yet, she refused to touch a single cent of the money he sent her. She had her own income, enough to lead a comfortable life until the end of her days She was certain that her marriage would eventually come to an end, but she was appalled by the way Alexander Stone twisted the narrative to paint her as the one who had failed in her marital duties. Sophia took a deep breath, resisting the urge to express her anger, and instead, she said sarcastically, “Well, where might my charming husband be today? As far as I can remember, a divorce agreement takes place between a husband and a wife, not a husband’s butler and a wife. Not to mention the fact that it’s an agreement and is thus supposed to include my terms as well, not just his.” Charles stiffened his posture and replied, "Mr. Stone is in town, most likely at his office.” "Oh? Is he alone, or was he accompanied by someone?" Sophia didn't say it directly, but her message was clear. “I cannot say for certain. All I can tell you is that he wishes for you to sign these papers, and he emphasized that he does not need to be present while you do so. That is precisely the way he prefers it." "As always, it's what Mr. Stone prefers. He didn't want to see me even at the end of our marriage, did he?" accused Sophia. Charles didn’t answer her retort, he simply bowed to her, then turned on his heels and began walking away. After the sound of his receding footsteps had vanished, Sophia picked up her phone and called Alexander's office number—the only contact information she had for him which she had never even used in their three years of marriage. She was determined to know what was going on with this agreement that treated her as if she were a doll to be manipulated. The phone kept ringing, but nobody picked up. She dialed again. Her patience and virtue had limits, and he was dancing dangerously close to those limits. On her third try, the call was finally answered. It was a young woman’s voice. "CEO's office." "Hello, I'd like to speak to Alexander." "Who’s speaking?" the woman asked abruptly. Sophia frowned when she heard the rude reply, but she kept her tone calm. "I'm his wife. You're not his secretary, are you?" The woman scoffed and didn’t even bother to answer her question. "Oh, I see. It's his ex-wife to be precise. What do you want with Alexander?" Sophia resisted the urge to get angry and said, "I have questions about the divorce terms he gave me." The dismissive voice on the other end of the line replied, "He won't answer you. His attitude is already clear in the divorce agreement. As a useless wife, he feels that he has already given you enough. What more do you want?" Sophia was especially caught by a couple of very specific words. "Useless wife? Is that what he said?" The woman continued to play on her nerves. "You shouldn't expect any more than what you’ve got. Just leave him. You didn’t deserve him anyway." As Sophia's frustration threatened to boil over, she suddenly heard the approach of a man's voice from the other end of the phone. Her heart raced in anticipation. "Emily, why are you answering my phone without permission? Stop being ridiculous!" The voice identified as Emily responded with an unsettlingly playful giggle. "Alex, your wife is calling you. She has some questions about the divorce agreement," she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm. Sophia couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh. So, this was the sordid truth behind the disintegration of their marriage – all for his mistress. Alexander hesitated, the silence stretching out agonizingly before he finally picked up the phone. His voice oozed with disdain and indifference as he coldly declared, "I no longer have the need to sustain this marriage. I have given you enough money, and there's no need for further discussion." Then, without a second thought, he hung up the phone. Sophia stayed with her phone attached to her ear for a few seconds after they had finished the conversation. Restless and agitated, Sophia paced around her living room, her frustration bubbling over. "Useless wife?" she muttered angrily. "What right does he have to call me that? He was never around as a husband, so what does he know about marriage?" The feeling of disgust and humiliation consumed her. "Is this really how he sees me? Tossed aside like an old, worn-out rag once I no longer serve his purpose?" Sophia had clung to hope in the early days of their marriage, telling herself that arranged marriages succeeded all the time. "If I shower him with love, patience, and unwavering support, hoping like an idiot he'll eventually see the powerful, intelligent, and remarkable woman I am," she murmured to herself the entire time. "And now this divorce papers," she grumbled, "With which he mocks me by throwing the blame on me, when he and only he is to blame." But she refused to be silenced, dismissed, or swayed by the lure of mere money. "If this is the callous attitude he wants to take," she vowed, "then he has another thing coming. I won't let him escape the consequences of this ill-fated marriage without a battle." After a few moments, she picked up the papers strewn across the floor. She read through them once again, her eyes narrowing with determination. "Dear, dear ex-husband," she muttered, a triumphant smile playing on her lips, "it's truly a shame you never bothered to get to know the real me. That's going to be the biggest mistake of your life." With a flourish, she tore the divorce agreement in half and tossed it into the trash can. "Ten million dollars?" she scoffed, addressing herself. "It's peanuts compared to the three years' worth of sacrifices I've put into this relationship.” "Ten million dollars as a tuition fee for the lesson I'm about to teach Alexander? Laughably inadequate," she proclaimed. "I can get this kind of money just from one case of my law firm." If we're going to get a divorce, it'll be on MY terms, not his.

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