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After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife Chapter 126 by GloryWrites

#126 “You’re in Way Over Your Head.”

The door swung open with a force that signaled the entry of trouble. A man, dressed in all black, strutted into the restaurant. His presence sent a shiver down the spines of the diners, the air thickening with an ominous tension. He was a mountain of a man, draped in a leather jacket that seemed to cling to his intimidating frame.

His face, etched with scars and adorned with a scruffy beard, was a canvas of menace. A pair of cold, calculating eyes scanned the room, making the patrons uneasy. The thug’s mere appearance was a statement, a declaration that trouble had just stepped into the cozy eatery.

The man wasted no time; he approached Lisa with an air of arrogance. “Close this place down. Vacate the premises,” he commanded, his words dripping with a threatening undertone.

Lisa stands in front of the man and crosses her arms in front of her chest. ” It won’t do. Stop showing up uninvited,” she scolds him.

He laughs loudly in front of her. “You can’t stop me from showing on my lands. The will has taken effect, this land is now mine, and I plan to sell it,” he declared.

Lisa stood her ground. “This restaurant is something that Mike and I worked hard to start, and I won’t give up just like that. As for that will, I don’t think it’s real.”

The thug’s face contorted into an ugly mask of anger, his voice a thunderous roar. “Are you questioning me? I tell you, I have the right to inherit this land, and you have no right to stay here!

Lisa, defiant and unyielding, shot back, “I’m not questioning you; I’m questioning that will. I believe the law will give us a fair judgment.”

The thug, with a menacing laugh, responded, “The law? Sweetheart, the law bends to people like me. I suggest you pack up before things get messy.”

Lisa crossed her arms, undeterred. “I won’t be bullied. This is our livelihood, and I won’t let you take it away unjustly.

The confrontation unfolded like a scene from a gritty drama. Emotions ran high, the once vibrant atmosphere now replaced with palpable tension. Some customers, sensing the impending storm, hastily abandoned their meals and fled the restaurant, leaving behind a lingering sense of chaos.

The thug, not one to be easily deterred, continued his tirade. “You’re playing with fire, lady. This land is mine now, and there’s nothing you can do about it.

Amid the escalating conflict, a young boy with fire in his eyes stood in front of Lisa. “Leave my mom alone! We won’t go anywhere!”

The thug, with a callous sneer, dismissed the boy. “Kid, you’re in way over your head.”

Undeterred by the thug’s intimidating demeanor, the boy squared his shoulders, defiance burning in his gaze. “I don’t care! You can’t just come in here and take everything away from us!

“Boy, I’m warning you, if you don’t get out of my way, I’m going to wipe the floor with you.”

“Don’t talk to my son like that!” Lisa yells. The boy doesn’t hesitate. He does not move from his place and looks straight into the eyes of the man.

“I won’t let you steal my parents’ business.”

The thug, fueled by anger and arrogance, takes a menacing step forward, attempting to intimidate the courageous boy. “You’re making a big mistake, kid. This place is mine, and there’s nothing your mom can do about it.”

Lisa, fueled by maternal protectiveness, steps closer to her son. “You won’t lay a finger on my child, and you certainly won’t take away what Mike and I built together.”

The atmosphere in the restaurant becomes charged with tension, and bystanders anxiously await the next move. The thug, undeterred, sneers at the boy. “Last chance, kid. Move or regret it.”

The boy, defiant and resolute, holds his ground. “We’re not going anywhere.”

The thug, unaccustomed to facing such resistance, clenches his fists, ready to escalate the situation. The air becomes thick with anticipation, waiting for the storm to break.

Unable to bear witness to the distressing scene any longer, Sandro and Sophia felt a surge of anger. The injustice unfolding before them fueled a fire within.

Sandro clenched his fists, his normally amiable demeanor replaced by a steely resolve. “This is outrageous. I am going to put an end to it.”

Sophia, her eyes narrowing with determination, agreed. “I am coming with you.”

Their shared frustration propelled them into action. With resolute steps, they approached the escalating conflict, ready to confront the thug and protect Lisa and her son from further harm.

Sandro, with a determined expression, reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. “You better leave now, or we’re calling the police. This is no way to resolve a dispute.”

Sophia, standing firm beside Sandro, added, “You can’t just bully people out of their property. The law will decide this, not threats and intimidation.”

The thug, glancing nervously at the united front of Sandro and Sophia, weighed his options. The potential consequences of legal action seemed to dawn on him, and without uttering a word, he made a hasty exit, disappearing into the chaotic city streets.

Sandro shook his head, watching the thug retreat. “Some people think they can bulldoze their way through everything.”

Lisa sighs and grabs Sophia and Sandro’s hands. Her eyes, filled with gratitude, met theirs. “Thank you, Sandro and Sophia. I appreciate your help.”

Sandro offered a reassuring smile. ” We’re here for you, Lisa. No one should have to go through something like this. Lisa sighed heavily. “It’s a mess. Ever since Mike passed away, everything’s been turned upside down.”

Curiosity etched on their faces, Sophia and Sandro sat down with Lisa, eager to understand the details of the tangled situation.

“I thought Mike’s will was straightforward,” Lisa began. “He left everything to our kids. But then his brother shows up, claiming there’s a new will that gives him most of the property. I don’t believe it for a second. Mike wouldn’t do that to our children.”

Sandro’s expression hardened.” Sounds like a real piece of work, that brother of his.”

Lisa nodded, frustration evident in her voice. “You have no idea. He’s been making life hell for us, threatening to take the restaurant, the home, everything.”

Sophia leaned forward, concern etched on her face. “Have you considered legal action? If the will is fake, you might have a case.”

Lisa sighed again. “I want to, but I can’t afford a lawyer. And without proper representation, I fear I’ll lose everything.”

The weight of Lisa’s predicament settled heavily on Sophia’s shoulders. The injustice of it all fueled her determination to make things right.

As they spoke, Lisa’s young son, still brimming with courage, lingered nearby, casting a watchful eye on the conversation. Sophia couldn’t help but be impressed by the resilience of the boy.

Curiosity piqued, Sophia turned to the young boy. “What’s your name?”

The boy, with a mixture of defiance and shyness, responded, “I’m Jake.”

“How old are you, Jake?” Sophia asked, surprised.

“I’m 14 years old,” he replied.

“You are very brave,” Sophia remarked with a smile.

“I won’t leave mom alone in this. I know our father loved us too much to bequeath everything to my uncle. And it’s not enough that his death was hard for us; that makes it even worse,” Jake angrily retorted.

Sophia nodded sympathetically. “I can see how important this is to you, Jake. Your determination is truly admirable.”

As Sophia observed the brave resolve in Jake, unspoken thoughts flitted through her mind. This courageous boy bore a striking resemblance to Alexander, she mused.

Recollections of Alexander sharing snippets of his challenging childhood with his mother surfaced in Sophia’s memory. Driven by a sense of empathy and understanding, Sophia silently made up her mind to lend a helping hand to Jake and his mother in their time of need.

Sophia turned to Lisa. “Lisa, I have a friend who’s a lawyer here in Nevada.

I’ll introduce you to him. He’ll help you navigate this legal mess and ensure your rights are protected.”

Relief washed over Lisa’s face. “Sophia, I can’t thank you enough. We’re in your debt.”

Sandro chimed in, “Consider us your allies in this fight. We’ll support you every step of the way.”

Determined to bring justice to Lisa and Jake, Sophia reached for her phone, ready to connect them with the legal help they desperately needed. The fight against injustice had just gained two more soldiers, and Sophia was resolved to see them through the battle ahead.

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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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