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After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife Chapter 134 by GloryWrites

#134 “Please, don’t leave me.”

Amid the chaos, Alexander was determined to anchor Sophia in the present. He held her trembling hands firmly, the intensity of his gaze cutting through the terror that gripped her.

“I want you to take a deep breath,” Alexander commanded once more.

Sophia, her nails inadvertently digging into his hand in terror, felt the urgency in Alexander’s voice. She nodded, her breath shaky, and followed his command. As she exhaled, the blinding headlights of approaching vehicles illuminated the rain-soaked wreckage around them.

The screech of tires echoed, and the driver skillfully maneuvered to avoid colliding with another car. It was a desperate attempt to elude the relentless pursuit of the police.

Sophia’s gasp was drowned by the chaotic symphony of rain and sirens.

“Sophie, I promise as soon as we’re out of here, I’ll make you my life-saving sandwiches every day.”

Alexander’s words cut through the tension, offering a glimpse of a reality beyond the immediate crisis. Sophia pressed into him for comfort and felt a small smile tug at the corners of her lips despite the chaos around them.

“I’ll also buy some of that horrible candy you like from a carnival. Do you remember them?” Alexander continued his voice a gentle reassurance.

Sophia managed a barely perceptible nod, the traumatic memories beginning to yield to the images Alexander painted for her.

“I’ll take you to these carnivals, I’ll even drink beer to keep you company, I’ll dress in jeans and a t-shirt and not wear a suit. So I want you to stay calm because we’re going to get out of here. Breathe deeply.”

Sophia felt a soft laughter bubble up within her at his words, a release from the tension that gripped her. New headlights emerged on the opposite side, and she instinctively buried her face in Alexander’s chest.

He caressed her hair, whispering soothing words that cut through the chaos, creating a bubble of solace within the storm. In that fleeting moment, Alexander’s promises became a lifeline, a vision of a future beyond the immediate peril they faced.

The rain-drenched highway blurred as the speeding car raced through the storm, desperately fleeing from the clutches of the law. Police sirens wailed in pursuit, drawing closer with each passing moment. Tension hung thick in the air as the pursuit intensified, a high-stakes chase through the relentless downpour.

Suddenly, the world outside became a chaotic symphony of screeching tires and crashing metal. The fleeing vehicle, pursued by flashing police lights, collided with another car in a deafening cacophony of destruction. The impact sent shockwaves through the vehicle, jolting its occupants violently.

In that heart-stopping moment, Alexander instinctively shielded Sophia from the impending collision. His protective embrace encapsulated her, offering a brief sanctuary amidst the chaos. The world outside seemed to twist and shatter as the collision unfolded.

As the smoke of the crash cleared, reality hit Sophia like a freight train. Disoriented, she found herself in a twisted wreck, Alexander still cradling her protectively. Panic surged through her veins like an electric shock. The realization that they were now entwined in the aftermath of a violent crash sank in.

Sophia, her senses gradually returning, noticed that Alexander’s grip around her had not loosened. Panic clawed at her as she realized that his eyes were closed, and a trickle of blood ran down his forehead.

“No, no, no!” Sophia’s voice trembled with unprecedented fear. She gently shook Alexander, desperately trying to rouse him from unconsciousness. ”

Alexander, wake up! Please, wake up!”

The rain outside beat a mournful rhythm on the wreckage, mirroring the turmoil within Sophia’s heart. The flashing lights of police cars added a surreal glow to the shattered scene. With every passing second, Sophia’s panic escalated into sheer terror.

Tears blurred Sophia’s vision as she cradled Alexander’s injured form. The once defiant storm now echoed the turmoil in her soul. She pressed her trembling hands against his cheeks, willing warmth and life back into him.

“I need you, Alexander. Please, don’t leave me,” Sophia pleaded, her voice a desperate plea against the relentless rain.

The distant wail of sirens grew louder, signaling the arrival of emergency responders. Yet, in that harrowing moment, all Sophia could see was the man in her arms, unconscious and vulnerable.

As the paramedics rushed to the scene, Sophia held onto Alexander, praying for a sign of life. The world around them faded into a blur of flashing lights, rain-soaked wreckage, and Sophia’s heart-wrenching sobs.

Sophia couldn’t recall the route to the hospital. The officers attempted to question her, their voices a distant murmur in her ears. However, she remained steadfast in her silence, refusing to engage with anyone until she had assurance about Alexander’s well-being.

The paramedics worked diligently around them, their focus on assessing Alexander’s condition. The ambulance became a sanctuary of sorrow as Sophia clung to Alexander’s hand, tears flowing uncontrollably.

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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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