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After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife Chapter 121 by GloryWrites

#121 “But I Think I was Handling it Pretty Well.”

The moment Sophia and Evelyn hit Las Vegas, it was like stepping into a whole new world. Even before they reached the hotel, they had decided that today would be a day of fun. Tomorrow they would embark on the maddening task of tracking down Kyle’s cousin.

They checked into this swanky hotel that was practically a slice of luxury heaven. Plush beds, panoramic views, and amenities made you question if you were still on Earth or had accidentally entered the lap of opulence. Sophia couldn’t resist doing a little happy dance as she entered the room.

Sophia, with a huge grin, pointed at the king-sized bed. “Evelyn, look at this! We’re practically swimming in comfort. This trip was a great idea.”

Evelyn, equally thrilled, plopped down on the bed, bouncing a bit. “Right? I could get used to this.”

The hotel had a beautiful view, too the whole city sprawled out below them like a sparkling carpet. They spent a good chunk of time just chilling on the balcony, soaking in the sights, and maybe even plotting a little mischief for later.

“How about the casino?” Evelyn asks.

“I’ll say yes,” smiles Sophia. “I’m glad we finally have some free time to spend together.”

“Me too. Men may make us angry, but now if it weren’t for them we wouldn’t be in Vegas on vacation.”

Sophia laughs and shakes her head.

“For the men,” she announces, clinking her champagne glass against Evelyn’s.

As the sun dipped low and the neon lights of Vegas started to wake up, the dynamic duo decided it was time to add a little glam to the evening. Sophia and Evelyn dazzled in their elegant evening dresses.

Sophia, with her hair meticulously styled, had transformed into a vision of sophistication. She chose a dress that accentuated her graceful silhouette, and her curls cascaded down like a waterfall, adding a touch of timeless allure to her look.

Sophia, twirling in front of the mirror, flashed a grin at Evelyn. “Ready to turn some heads?”

Evelyn, finishing up her own makeup, smirked. “Oh, absolutely. Let’s show Vegas what real trouble looks like.”

They strutted out of the hotel like they owned the place, which, for the night, they kind of did. The casino was calling their names, and they answered without hesitation.

The casino floor was a carnival of lights and sounds, slot machines chiming, people cheering, and the general buzz of excitement. Sophia and Evelyn strolled through it all, taking in the chaos like they were born for this.

Sophia nudged Evelyn, eyeing the slot machines. “Feeling lucky?”

Evelyn grinned, mischief twinkling in her eyes. “Always.”

They take their places in front of the slot machines, lured by the symphony of jingles and flashing lights. Sophia picked a machine that seemed to call out to her. She pulled the lever, and the reels danced in anticipation.

Evelyn leaned over, watching the spinning symbols. “Beginner’s luck, or are you secretly a slot machine whisperer?”

Sophia grinned, hitting the jackpot on her first try. “Luck? Nah, it’s all about reading the vibes of these machines. They have a language, and I’m fluent.”

“You always amaze me,” Evelyn says with a laugh. “I didn’t know you had such talent.”

“You ain’t seen nothing yet.”

Flushed with victory, they cashed in their winnings and decided it was time to up the ante. Sophia, ever the thrill- seeker, suggested they try their luck at roulette. The wheel, the ball, the bets – it was like a dance of chance, and Sophia was ready to take the lead.

They found an open table, and Sophia confidently placed her bets, explaining the strategy to a curious Evelyn. As the wheel spun and the ball bounced, Sophia’s predictions seemed almost psychic. Round after round, she cleaned up, turning heads and leaving onlookers in awe.

Evelyn, amazed by Sophia’s gambling prowess, couldn’t help but tease, “Are you sure you’re not hiding a crystal ball somewhere? Because this is getting ridiculous.”

Sophia laughed, collecting her winnings. “Just a keen sense of probability, my dear. Now, poker anyone?”

They moved on to the poker tables, where Sophia’s poker face was as impenetrable as ever. Bluffing, reading opponents, and mastering the art of the game – Sophia was in her element. Soon, chips piled up on her side of the table, and a small crowd gathered to witness the master at work.

Evelyn, nudging Sophia, whispered, ” You’re turning into the queen of this casino. Might as well ask for a crown.”

Sophia winked, enjoying the attention. “Maybe I’ll add it to my list of demands when we leave.”

The casino buzzed with excitement as Sophia and Evelyn weaved through the sea of slot machines and gaming tables. The air was thick with the scent of anticipation and the distant jingles of winning slot machines. Sophia, still riding the high from her successful gambling spree, exuded an air of confidence that turned heads as they navigated the vibrant casino floor.

As they approached the bar, Sophia felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned to find a guy with a grin that screamed trouble. He leered, “Hey there, gorgeous. You are pretty lucky tonight. Shall I get you something?”

Sophia replied coldly, “There’s no need.

“Come on, honey, you look like you haven’t been touched by a real man in a long time,” he said, laughing drunkenly.

He tried to grab Sophia by the waist, but she pulled away. However, he did not give up and persistently tried to pull her toward him. Sophia fed up with the situation, raised her hand in front of him in warning.

Sophia’s voice turned sharp, “I’ve had enough of your nonsense. Back off!”

The harasser’s grin widened, seemingly enjoying the confrontation. ” Feisty, huh? I like that.”

Evelyn interjected, “Why don’t you just leave us alone?”

“I just want to have a good time. You are two beautiful girls. Let me buy you a drink,” the man insisted.

“We are not interested. Leave us alone, “Sophia firmly stated. Undeterred, the man grabbed Sophia’s hand roughly and attempted to pull her closer.

“Don’t run from me,” he said with a chuckle.

Sophia, resolute, pushed him in the chest to free herself. Just as the situation escalated, a tall, dark-haired man stepped between them, commanding attention. He yanked Sophia’s arm away from the intruder and shot a stern look at the unwelcome man, effectively halting his advances.

“Back off, mate. She’s not interested,” the mysterious stranger warned, his voice carrying an air of authority.

The harasser, undeterred, persisted with a cocky grin. “Come on, man. We can share they are two.”

Sophia’s patience wore thin as she shot back, “I said no. Get lost.”

“I suggest you listen to the lady and walk away,” the stranger advised, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.

The harasser now seriously looked at the new man and his eyes widened as he recognized him. He instantly without protest slunk away, disappearing into the lively crowd. Sophia raised an eyebrow.

“Thanks,” she said to the man. “But I think I was handling it pretty well.”

The mysterious stranger gave Sophia a nod, acknowledging her ability, but a subtle smirk played on his lips. ”

Handling it well indeed, but no harm in having a backup, right?”

Sophia couldn’t help but crack a small smile at the stranger’s comment. ”

Well, thanks for stepping in, backup or not.”

He extended his hand, introducing himself, “I’m Alessandro Vitali, but you can call me Sandro.”

Sophia hesitated for a moment before shaking his hand. “Sophia. And this is my friend, Evelyn.”

Evelyn offered a friendly wave, “Hey there.”

Sandro’s eyes twinkled with amusement. “Well, Sophia and Evelyn, how about I buy you a drink? To celebrate your victorious handling of that unwanted admirer.”

Sophia arched an eyebrow, sizing up Sandro. “And why would you want to do that?”

Sandro leaned in a conspiratorial tone in his voice. “Let’s just say I’m a fan of strong, independent women. Plus, I own this place. Consider it a gesture of hospitality from the casino.”

Sophia, seeking a carefree night with her friend, gracefully declined. “I appreciate the offer, but we don’t want to cause any trouble. We can handle ourselves just fine.”

Sandro flashed a charming grin, “I’m sure you can. But how about we turn a potential disturbance into a pleasant evening? I promise it’ll be worth your while.”

Sophia was on the verge of another refusal when Evelyn interjected, her curiosity piqued. “So you’re saying this is your casino?”

Sandro chuckled a hint of pride in his voice. “Guilty as charged. I’ll treat you both to a drink at the VIP lounge. What do you say?”

Sophia exchanged a glance with Evelyn, assessing the offer. Evelyn’s intent gaze hinted at her that Evelyn was ready to start searching for Kyle’s cousin.

Sophia hoped they weren’t on a mission tonight, but Evelyn’s puppy dog eyes were hard to resist. And what better opportunity than a casino owner who might know Kyle’s cousin? Sophia nodded in approval.

“Lead the way, Sandro,” Sophia said, gesturing for him to take the lead.

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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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