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After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife Chapter 112 by GloryWrites

#112 “Wait, You’re Leaving?”

Sophia breezed into the villa, and the butler hurried over to snatch her coat. As she handed it to him, a sudden gasp escaped his lips. Sophia shot him an incredulous look, and he hurriedly averted his eyes, fixating on the floor.

“Whoops, my bad for the outburst. But seriously, your dress is stunning,” he mumbled before briskly walking away.

Sophia grinned. It’s her go-to dress, a sleek black cocktail number, but the seamstress sprinkled a bit of magic on it. The dress hugged her curves just right, flaunting her sculpted figure.

Megan and Alexander trailed in behind her. The moment Megan’s eyes locked onto Sophia, a frown creased on her forehead. Alexander didn’t react, but he lingered a tad longer with a contemplative gaze.

Ignoring the brewing drama, Sophia pivoted to Caroline, who was there to greet them. Caroline pulled her into a warm hug.

“Hey, sweetie! You look absolutely gorgeous,” Caroline chirped. “Come on in and make yourself at home.”

“I’m glad to see you,” Sophia said, her tone warm as she greeted Caroline. Caroline shifted her attention from Sophia to Alexander and Megan, and immediately, her smile faltered.

“I didn’t expect you two to come,” Caroline said, her gaze accusing as she looked at Alexander.

“It was a surprise,” Alexander explained, offering an apologetic smile to his mother.

“And what kind of surprise is this?” she scoffed, skepticism evident in her voice.

Caroline hugged her son but conspicuously avoided any contact with Megan. Just as she was about to turn back to Sophia, Megan interjected.

“I’m so glad to meet you,” Megan began, attempting to break the ice.

Caroline responded with a wry smile and a nod.

“Let’s not go overboard. I do not accept your marriage. I want this to be clear. Now let’s have dinner,” Caroline announced with a decisive tone.

“Mother,” scolded Alexander, a hint of frustration in his voice. Caroline turned her back on them, instantly grabbing Sophia’s arm. Megan glanced at Alexander, but he deliberately avoided her gaze.

The air in the room felt tense as Megan tried to shake off the lingering discomfort from Caroline’s blatant disapproval. While everyone else prepared for dinner, Megan couldn’t help but stew in a cocktail of resentment and frustration.

Her eyes locked onto Sophia, betraying a sense of injustice. To Megan, it seemed like she was being unfairly measured against an invisible yardstick. She had always been confident in her ability to navigate social dynamics, but the cold reception from Caroline hit a nerve.

“What’s so special about her, anyway?”

Megan muttered under her breath, more to herself than anyone else. The question lingered, unanswered, as she begrudgingly followed the others to the dining area.

Seated at the table, Megan couldn’t help but replay the events that led to this awkward dinner. She and Alexander had a history.

“If only Sophia hadn’t barged in,” Megan mused silently, the bitterness evident in her thoughts. In her version of the narrative, if Sophia hadn’t been a constant presence, their relationship might have evolved to a point where marriage was the next logical step. The “what-ifs” danced in Megan’s mind, fueling her resentment.

The aroma of dinner filled the air as everyone gathered around the table. The dining room, usually a place of warmth and shared laughter, felt oddly strained tonight. Sophia couldn’t quite put her finger on it.

Megan, ever the provocateur, held onto Alexander’s hand like a prized possession. She babbled on incessantly about wedding plans, her excitement palpable in every word. Sophia couldn’t help but feel a twinge of discomfort at the display of affection. She glanced at Alexander, who sat there like an unwilling participant, responding to Megan’s chatter with a distant politeness.

As the dishes were passed around, the clinking of silverware against plates created a discordant melody. Sophia tried to focus on her food, but Megan’s animated descriptions of floral arrangements and venue choices infiltrated her thoughts.

“So, Alexander, I was thinking we could have a destination wedding,” Megan gushed, her eyes fixed on him as if awaiting his approval.

Alexander, seemingly indifferent, nodded casually. “Sure, whatever you want.”

Sophia couldn’t help but notice the lack of enthusiasm in his response. It was as if he was going through the motions, detached from the wedding planning whirlwind that Megan was so enthusiastically creating.

The more Megan rambled on about color schemes and guest lists, the more Sophia felt like an intruder in this surreal tableau. She stole glances at Alexander, hoping for some sign of discomfort, but his poker face remained intact.

As the evening wore on, Sophia found herself caught in a silent dance of awkward glances with Alexander. Each time their eyes met, an unspoken tension lingered in the air.

Caroline, tired of Megan’s constant chatter, decided to redirect the conversation. “Sophia, dear, what happened to you in London must have been terrible,” Caroline began sympathetically.

Sophia, appreciating the shift in topic, nodded. “Yes, but the important thing is that it’s over,” she replied with a smile.

Caroline continued, “And all this stress, I really admire you for handling it.”

Sophia shrugged off the compliment modestly. “Thanks. It’s all in the past now.”

Seizing the opportunity to lighten the atmosphere, Caroline turned to Sophia with an eager proposal. “Why don’t we go on a vacation together, just the two of us? It would be a great way to unwind, don’t you think?”

Sophia caught off guard, hesitated for a moment. She appreciated Caroline’s warmth and the genuine offer, but a knot of uncertainty tightened in her stomach. “Caroline, that sounds amazing, truly. But I might not be able to accept the invitation,” she said, trying to find the right words.

Caroline’s smile faltered for a brief moment before she pressed on, “Why not, dear? A little break could do wonders for both of us.””

Sophia sighed, feeling the weight of her upcoming decisions. “I’m actually headed to Boston. Benjamin has this new business venture, and he wants me to help set up a new office there. It’s a big project, and it could take anywhere from one month to half a year.”

Caroline’s expression shifted to understanding, though a tinge of disappointment lingered. “Boston, huh? Well, business calls. But remember, the offer stands whenever you’re ready.”

Sophia nodded appreciatively. “Thank you, Caroline. I’ll definitely keep that in mind.”

As the conversation unfolded, Alexander overheard the mention of Sophia’s impending departure. His surprise was palpable, evident in the way his eyes widened and his brows furrowed.

“Wait, you’re leaving?” Alexander interjected. Sophia met his gaze. “Yes, Alexander. I have a lot of work to do, and I’ve got a lot on my plate in Boston.”

His reaction was a mix of surprise and something deeper, an emotion he couldn’t quite put into words. “Boston? That’s sudden. I thought…” he trailed off, his words hanging in the air.

Sophia, sensing the unfinished sentence, filled in the blanks. “You thought what, Alexander?”

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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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