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After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife Chapter 130 by GloryWrites

#130 “I’ll Handle Vegas.”

Alexander glared at his phone, seeing yet another message from Megan. For days, he had been dodging her, avoiding calls and messages with the excuse of being too busy.

The weight of his responsibilities weighed heavily on him, especially with Kyle struggling and delayed with his research results. The impending merger of the two companies couldn’t be delayed forever.

His phone buzzed again with another message.

“Why are you avoiding me? We have to sign the agreement before the wedding, and I miss you. Text me.”

Running his hands through his hair, Alexander knew he couldn’t continue evading Megan. The stress of the past few days was taking a toll on him, and he realized he had to succeed in time or he risked reaching a point where, if the two companies merged, there was no going back.

Megan’s persistent messages and inquiries made him anxious. He knew that if Megan grew suspicious, Kyle’s mission to gather crucial information would be jeopardized.

A furrowed brow and a deep sigh accompanied Alexander’s realization that any misstep could foil the plan to expose Megan’s schemes once and for all.

About to dial Kyle and call him into his office for an update, his door slammed open. Kyle barged in, and Alexander shot him a stern look.

“You’re exactly what I needed. What’s taking so long with-”

“Not now, Alexander. There’s a more serious problem,” Kyle interrupted, catching his breath.

“What’s going on?” Alexander asked with a furrowed brow.

“Evelyn called me, they’re having trouble in Las Vegas.”

A knot formed in Alexander’s stomach upon hearing the news.

“What problem?” he asked urgently.

“Sophia, she’s been kidnapped,” Kyle revealed.

Alexander’s jaw dropped as Kyle delivered the bombshell.

“Wait, what? How, Who?” he exclaimed, disbelief etched across his face. Kyle nodded frantically, “Yeah, man. Evelyn just called me. We gotta do something!”

Anxiety gripped Alexander. His mind raced, torn between the urgency of Sophia’s situation and the pressing need to expose Megan’s scheming.

“We need to act fast,” Kyle urged.

“Damn right, we do,” Alexander replied, his voice tinged with worry as he frantically considered his options.

“But I gotta go to Vegas, sort this out,” Kyle declared, already halfway out the door.

“Hold up, Kyle!” Alexander barked, grabbing his arm before he could make a run for it. “You stay here and make sure our plan is still on track. I’ll handle Vegas.”

Kyle shot him a skeptical look, “You sure, man?”

Alexander nodded determinedly, but worry flickered in his eyes, “I got this. You keep things rolling here. We need that information on Megan.”

Kyle hesitated, sensing the weight of Alexander’s concern, “Fine, but you better fix this, Alexander. Sophia’s is in grave danger.”

Without wasting another moment, Alexander rushed out of the office, leaving a concerned Kyle behind. The gravity of the situation weighed heavily on Alexander as he headed towards the chaos unfolding in Las Vegas, desperately hoping that he would get there in time before something dreadful happened.

*

Sophia found herself seated on the cold floor of the dimly lit room, her mind racing like a runaway train, desperately searching for an escape plan.

She knew that Evelyn knew about the situation, she was sure that Sandro had already been notified. She was also sure that this man was not going to kill her.

That meant that she was having time to think.

Sophia had no window in the room or anything to tell her where she was. She decided to check if there was anyone at the door, secretly hoping that they had left her unattended.

Pressing herself against the door, Sophia strained to catch any sounds from the other side. Eavesdropping, she overheard the hushed conversation of the guards stationed outside.

“Ever heard of this Sandro?” one inquired.

“I’ve been in the game for years. Do you think I don’t know who he is?” scoffed the other, a hint of mockery in his voice.

“Don’t play around; spill the beans,” demanded the first, determined to get the scoop.

“He owns the biggest hotel and casino here in Vegas,” the knowledgeable one replied

“What’s the deal? Why did Dante take an interest?” probed the curious guard. Sophia’s mind whirred as she registered the discussion. So, Dante was their boss, and Sandro was somehow entangled in this mess.

“Well, I ain’t entirely sure, but they’ve had some beef for years. Word is, Sandro’s hands aren’t exactly clean. He used to run with a gang, a proper mobster, I think he was the big boss, from what I know.”

“And that’s why now they’re blackmailing him to get back at him by kidnapping his friend,” says the other.

Sophia let out an exasperated grunt. Of course, these guys would assume that a successful businessman had mob ties.

Stepping away from the door, she sighed, contemplating her next move. Rising to her feet, Sophia began pacing the confined space. Fear was absent, replaced by a steely determination to break free. All she needed was a bit of time to devise her escape plan.

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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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