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After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife Chapter 122 by GloryWrites

#122 “Kyle Vennillia is My Cousin.”

Evelyn, Sandro, and Sophia were headed to the VIP lounge when suddenly Evelyn couldn’t contain her amusement. Laughter bubbled up from within her, and she couldn’t help but share her thoughts.

“What’s wrong?” Sophia inquired, a playful smile on her lips.

Evelyn, still chuckling, replied, “Excuse me, but I couldn’t help but notice that you’ve been saved not once but twice by a man named Alexander. I just couldn’t resist making the connection.”

Sophia shook her head, joining in the laughter. “That was just my luck.”

Sandro, who had been casually walking alongside them, decided to join the banter. “I’m actually half Italian, so my name is spelled with two S’s. That way, it’ll be easier for you to distinguish between us.”

Sophia and Evelyn burst into laughter again, the unexpected twist adding to the already vibrant evening. Sandro, with a twinkle in his eye, enjoyed the lighthearted exchange.

As they reached the entrance of the VIP lounge, they found themselves standing in front of a rope, a symbolic barrier between the ordinary and the exclusive. Sandro nodded to the imposing guards stationed there, a silent signal of approval. The guards, recognizing the owner of the casino hotel, swiftly lifted the rope, granting them access to the VIP haven.

With a casual yet confident demeanor, Sandro led the way, and they stepped into the VIP lounge, leaving behind the bustling casino floor. The transition was palpable, the noise fading into the background as they entered a world of plush seating, soft lighting, and an elevated sense of refinement.

Sandro, with an easygoing charm, ordered a round of drinks for the trio. As the glasses arrived, they clinked together in a casual toast.

“Cheers to unexpected encounters,” Sandro said, lifting his glass.

“Cheers!” Sophia and Evelyn echoed, sipping their drinks.

The conversation flowed effortlessly. Sophia and Evelyn shared tales of their adventures, sparing no detail. Laughter erupted as they recounted some of their more comical escapades, adding a touch of humor to the cozy corner of the lounge.

Evelyn, feeling the warmth of the moment, decided to tell her side of the story. “You know, this whole trip was a bit of a rebellion for me. I came to Vegas to spite my boyfriend, Kyle.”

Sandro raised an eyebrow, a mischievous grin forming. “Tell me, Evelyn. What did Kyle do to deserve the wrath of a trip to Vegas?”

Evelyn chuckled, “To tell you the truth, the mystery surrounding him pissed me off. He never tells me anything about his past, his work, or his family. That’s why I thought, ‘Well I’ll take myself on a trip to give him the so- called space he needs’ And here I am, living my best life.”

Sophia burst into laughter, clapping her hands. “I love it! The best revenge is a life well-lived. Take note, Sandro. Spiteful trips are the way to go.”

Sandro leaned back, a smirk playing on his lips. “Noted. And speaking of Kyle, I actually know Kyle. Small world, isn’t it?”

“Apparently,” Evelyn laughs. “I just can’t understand this boyfriend of mine. Why is he surrounded by this mystery?”

Sandro takes a swig of his drink. “What can I tell you, men are like that. And why are you with him when he makes you so angry?”

“Well, yes, it’s true that it pisses me off, but he’s funny, kind, and that shaggy black hair I just can’t resist.”

“Sounds like a good boy. Maybe there’s a good reason he’s not introducing you to his parents.”

“I can only hope. Because his intentions seem serious. He always tells me: If you love something enough, you have to give it unreserved trust. But I think it’s just a way of hiding more secrets.”

Sandro frowns at Evelyn’s words. He puts down his glass and turns fully to her.

“Tell me a little more about him,” he prompts, but his expression still looks thoughtful. “How he looks?”

“Oh, well, he’s quite tall, at least 6’7, always wears suits, has brown warm eyes, and a small scar on his shoulder. He didn’t even tell me anything about how he got this scar.”

“Scar, you say?” replies Sandro thoughtfully. Sophia watched their conversation confused; she did not understand why Sandro suddenly became silent.

“Is his favorite movie by any chance…” Sandro prompted.

“Die Hard,” Evelyn says without hesitation. Sandro laughs. He laughs so hard that Sophia and Evelyn exchange confused looks.

“And his favorite song is ‘ Californication,”” Sandro finishes with a laugh. Sophia, unable to contain her curiosity, chimes in, “Wait, how do you know about Kyle’s favorite song?”

Sandro, still grinning, pulls out his phone and taps a few times. He turns the screen toward them, revealing a picture of a younger Sandro and Kyle at a concert, singing along to the Red Hot Chili Peppers.

“Kyle and I were huge fans back in the day. We practically lived for their music, “Sandro explains, nostalgia evident in his voice.

Evelyn, amazed by the revelation, says, “That’s incredible. That is exactly him.”

Sophia, realizing the connection runs deeper, ties things up and joins Sandro’s laughter. She can’t believe their luck. Apparently, Vegas was their place.

“Kyle Vennillia,” Sandro says.

“How do you know him?” Evelyn questions with a smile.

Sandro’s eyes had a spark of nostalgia in them. “Kyle Vennillia is my cousin. We practically grew up together, shared secrets, and, oh boy, we fought like siblings. You know, the whole deal.

Evelyn, leaning in with intrigue, couldn’t help but question, “Wait, you introduced yourself as Alessandro Vitali. How does that connect you to Vennillia?”

Sandro, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, explained, “The thing is, Kyle’s parents entrusted my parents with raising him. We raised him like our child and he was like my little brother. It’s a wild story, but everything for the family, you know?”

Sophia, processing the revelation, couldn’t contain her grin. “Kyle never mentioned you. What’s the deal? Why did his parents entrust him to your family?”

Sandro’s expression shifted a subtle air of mystery surrounding him. “Truth be told, I’m not entirely sure. Kyle and I never delved too deep into the ‘whys.’ They just asked for our help, and we said yes. Simple as that. Maybe someday I’ll get the full story.”

Sandro’s revelation about his connection with Kyle left Sophia and Evelyn intrigued. The dim glow of the city outside painted an air of mystery, mirroring the enigma surrounding Kyle’s upbringing. Evelyn, always the curious one, couldn’t resist probing further.

“But why your family? There must be a reason,” she inquired, her eyes reflecting the inquisitive spark within.

Sandro, leaning back in his chair, maintained his casual demeanor. “I was a kid then too, I have no idea, but I was glad to have a brother. I have never asked too many questions. Kyle turned out alright, didn’t he?”

Sophia and Evelyn exchanged a meaningful glance, realizing that Sandro’s easygoing exterior hid a wealth of untold stories, especially about Kyle’s past.

“Well, ladies, enough about my cousin, “Sandro declared, steering the conversation away from the mysterious topic. “Tell me what you two plan to do in Vegas?”

Sophia, breaking the contemplative silence, flashed a smile. “Oh, you know, the usual Vegas things. Explore the hidden gems, maybe catch a live show, and, of course, continue our winning streak at the casino.”

Evelyn added, “And who knows, maybe we’ll uncover a few more heroes along the way. Vegas seems to be full of surprises.”

Sandro laughed, clearly enjoying the banter. “I like your style. Vegas is a city of endless possibilities, and I’m here to make sure you experience them all. I can show you around.”

Evelyn, without missing a beat, took the lead. “Absolutely! We’re in.”

Sophia, caught off guard by Evelyn’s quick acceptance, playfully protested, ” Wait, I didn’t agree to this.”

Evelyn winked at her, “Oh, come on, Sophia. We can’t pass up a chance to explore Vegas with a local. Who knows what kind of things we can find.”

Sophia caught Evelyn hinting that she wanted to spend more time with Sandro to find out Kyle’s secrets. She nods in agreement.

“Alright, Mr. Vegas tour guide, show us what you’ve got.”

“You won’t be disappointed,” replies Sandro.

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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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