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After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife Chapter 124 by GloryWrites

#124 “How about Extending Your Stay A Bit?”

Once the helicopter touched down on a secluded spot near the edge of the Grand Canyon, Sandro revealed a surprise that left Sophia and Evelyn utterly captivated. Before them lay a table adorned with an array of delectable dishes, surrounded by the breathtaking panorama of the majestic Canyon. It was an unexpected feast for the senses, and the girls couldn’t help but marvel at the sheer extravagance of the setting.

Sandro, with a playful glint in his eyes, gestured toward the table. “Ladies, welcome to our exclusive Grand Canyon dining experience! Quite the view, isn’t it?”

Sophia and Evelyn were still in awe of the natural wonder that stretched out before them. The table was set with elegant simplicity, a stark contrast to the rugged beauty of the Canyon. A light breeze carried the scent of the surrounding desert, adding a touch of wildness to the refined setup.

As they took their seats, Sandro, with a casual charm, began to regale them with tales of his and Kyle’s beginnings. “You see, even though this might look a tad extravagant, Kyle and I didn’t exactly grow up with silver spoons. But hey, why not enjoy a little luxury now and then, right?”

The trio laughed, their voices blending with the gentle rustle of the wind. Sandro poured glasses of chilled champagne, and the effervescent bubbles mirrored the excitement that filled the air. The Canyon, with its towering cliffs and ever-changing hues, provided a mesmerizing backdrop to their impromptu feast.

Sandro, now in the role of storyteller, leaned back, a twinkle in his eve. “So, let me take you back to the days when Kyle and I were just troublemaking kids with big dreams and even bigger imaginations.”

Evelyn leaned in, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. “Oh, I can’t wait to hear this. What kind of trouble did you two get into?”

Sandro chuckled, a flood of memories washing over him. “Well, there was this one time we decided to be ‘ explorers’ and ventured into the woods behind our neighborhood. We were convinced we’d discover hidden treasures or maybe even a secret passage to another world.”

Sophia and Evelyn burst into laughter, envisioning the young Sandro and Kyle embarking on their grand expedition. The laughter echoed against the canyon walls, creating a joyous symphony that blended with the natural melody of the wilderness.

“And what did you find?” Evelyn asked, eager for more.

Sandro smiled, savoring the nostalgia. ” As fate would have it, we stumbled upon an old beehive. Chaos ensued, of course. We were running around, swatting at imaginary bees, and ended up falling into a mud puddle.”

The girls erupted into laughter again, picturing the chaotic scene of two young adventurers facing an unexpected swarm of bees. Sandro’s animated storytelling brought the memories to life, making the distant past feel remarkably present.

As they savored the delicious meal against the backdrop of the Grand Canyon, Sandro continued weaving tales of their childhood escapades. Each story carried a sense of innocence, a reminder of a time when life was simpler, and the world was a vast playground filled with endless possibilities.

Evelyn, thoroughly entertained, couldn’t help but comment, “Sandro, you’ve got to write a book about these adventures. I’d read it in a heartbeat.”

Sandro chuckled, toasting to the idea. ” Maybe one day, Evelyn. But for now, let’s enjoy this moment and the beauty that surrounds us.”

“By the way, I have to take pictures for mom. She’s going to freak out at this sight,” Evelyn declared, jumping up from the table.

With her phone in hand, Evelyn wandered off to capture the breathtaking landscape, leaving Sandro and Sophia alone. The warm sunlight cast a golden hue over the canyon, creating a serene atmosphere that seemed to envelop the small dining area.

Sandro leaned back. enioving the peaceful moment. “You know, I’ve always believed that pictures capture more than just an image; they freeze a moment in time,” he remarked, his gaze following Evelyn’s silhouette against the majestic backdrop.

Sophia, lost in her thoughts, absentmindedly traced the rim of her champagne glass with her fingertips. Her phone buzzed again, a persistent reminder of the outside world. Annoyed, she picked it up, only to find another notification about Alexander’s impending wedding.

A surge of frustration washed over Sophia. “Can’t catch a break from this, “she muttered, turning off her phone and placing it on the table.

Sandro, perceptive to the change in her mood, leaned forward. “Everything okay, Sophia?”

She sighed, irritation in her eyes. “Just some persistent notifications. Let’s focus on enjoying this incredible place, shall we?”

Sandro, attuned to the nuances of the moment, sensed there was more beneath the surface. He decided to address it directly, his voice carrying a warm reassurance. “If there’s anything on your mind, Sophia, I’m here. We’re here to enjoy, but also to support each other.”

Sophia appreciated his sincerity, offering a small smile. “Thanks, Sandro. It’s just some personal stuff. I’ll deal with it later.”

Sandro decides not to press her any further and changes the subject.

“So, Sophia, how long do you plan to grace Vegas with your presence?”

Sandro inquired, the question laced with a playful undertone. Sophia responded with a shrug and a grin. “Well, that depends on the whims of Evelyn and the wonders Vegas has to offer.”

Sandro, sensing an opportunity, threw a mischievous grin her way. “What if I sweeten the deal? How about extending your stay a bit? You know, so we can explore more of the city and, of course, get to know each other better.”

“And where does this generous offer come from?” Sophia asks with a raised eyebrow.

“To be honest, I find you very attractive, Sophia, and I want to know more about you. And that’s why I hope you’ll stay here longer so I can take you out to dinner.”

Sophia chuckles, appreciating his honesty. “Well, I’m flattered, Sandro. I appreciate everything you do for us, but to be completely honest, I’m not looking for a relationship right now. I’m here for Evelyn and to take a break from work.”

“I understand, but if you think about it, my offer remains,” he says with a warm smile, leaving the door open for future possibilities.

“Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind.”

At this moment, Evelyn, ever the cheerful one, chimes in by showing her phone.

“These pictures are great, look,” she says, her eyes lit up with excitement as she scrolls through the photos she captured.

Sophia and Sandro join in her enthusiasm, sharing laughter over the candid moments and stunning views captured in the pictures.

“Girls, I suggest we go; I have many more surprises,” Sandro offers, Sophia and Evelyn exchange eager glances, ready to embrace the next set of surprises Sandro has in store for them.

Sandro, being the charismatic guide that he is, took Sophia and Evelyn on a whirlwind adventure through the dazzling streets of Las Vegas. The trio ventured into unique and luxurious places, exploring hidden gems that most tourists might overlook.

Sandro’s stories about Kyle flowed throughout the day, weaving a narrative that painted a vivid picture of their shared past. Whether it was the escapades of their youth or the humorous incidents in adulthood, each tale made Sophia and Evelyn laugh from the heart.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow on the city, Sandro led them to a rooftop lounge with live music. The captivating tunes and the glittering skyline created a perfect backdrop for reflections and gratitude.

Sophia and Evelyn, overwhelmed by the day’s experiences, found a moment to express their gratitude to Sandro. They thanked him for not only showcasing the glamorous side of Vegas but also for revealing its hidden charm and personal stories. The day, filled with laughter, surprises, and the warmth of newfound friendship, became a cherished memory for the trio.

Sandro, with a genuine smile, responded, “It was my pleasure, ladies. Vegas has a lot more to offer than meets the eye, and I’m glad I could share a bit of its magic with you.”

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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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