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After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife Chapter 25 by GloryWrites

#25 “I Will Take the Case.”

“Macallan neat,” Alexander gruffly says to the bartender as soon as he reaches the bar. He takes the empty seat next to the informant, Kyle Vennillia, and impatiently awaits his Scotch, drumming his fingers on the bar top.

“That was quite the performance,” Kyle remarks, breaking the silence. ” Who would have thought a woman who looks like that could play so well.”

Taking a long sip of his Scotch, Alexander turns to Kyle with a hint of irritation. “I’m Alexander Stone.” Alex does not extend his hand for a handshake.

“Yes, Mr. Stone, I know who you are. Laura told me you needed to speak with me urgently,” Kyle replies calmly.

Alexander shows no sign of relaxing, even after finishing his drink in one long gulp. He sternly says, “Well, she is mistaken. I never NEED anything. But I do have a matter I would like to discuss with you.”

“Of course, Alex. Can I call you Alex?” Kyle asks, trying to lighten the tense atmosphere. “No,” Alexander replies curtly, making it clear that he prefers a more formal address.

“Hmm, she really has you worked up,” Kyle remarks as he signals to the bartender for another round of drinks.

“Who?” Alexander answers, trying to maintain his cool demeanor, though he is disappointed that it is so apparent that Sophia rattles him.

“Sophia Johnson. I saw that little interaction the two of you had a moment ago. For someone known for his unshakable, calm, and collective behavior, I am quite surprised by how much she seems to have bothered you,” Kyle observes with a sly smile.

A long silence hangs in the air, Alexander can scarcely deny that this man possesses an uncanny intuition. It becomes undeniable that Laura, his competent assistant, had recommended him for a reason.

“Laura believes you can provide some insights into what is really going on,” Alexander admits, leaning in slightly.” 11 I want to understand why Sophia seems to harbor such animosity towards me. It’s baffling. I demand answers. I want you to find out why.”

Kyle chuckles softly, enjoying the puzzle of the situation. “Well, Alex, let me tell you this: People aren’t always what they seem. Sometimes, there’s more to their actions than meets the eye. And it seems like you and Sophia have quite the dynamic going on. You might just be surprised by what you discover.”

“That woman,” Alexander begins, taking a sip of his refreshed drink, ” that woman is continually hostile to me when I have been nothing but respectful to her. It makes no sense. There must be something that I am missing.”

“And that’s where I come in?” Kyle asks rhetorically, clearly sensing the opportunity to delve into a fascinating situation. He leans back in his chair, taking a thoughtful sip of his own drink, inviting Alexander to share more details about the situation with Sophia.

Alexander nods, a determined glint in his eyes. “Yes, I need someone to find out everything there is to know about Sophia Johnson. I have already had my investigators look into her, and they came up with nothing.”

Kyle chuckles confidently, a mischievous glint in his eye. Amateurs,” he scoffs. “I have ways of conducting an investigation that other people do not. But there must be more of a reason than the fact that she has rejected you.”

Alexander raises an eyebrow, astonished by the man’s presumption and brazen insolence. He considers walking away, but his pride gets the better of him. “The reasons I want Sophia Johnson investigated are none of your business,” he retorts. “I just need to know if you have the capabilities to accomplish what I need.”

Kyle smiles, realizing that he has uncovered at least one weakness when it comes to Alexander Stone. As the two men continue their conversation, the bustling gala carries on around them, guests mingling and the music filling the air.

“Kyle Vennillia, I thought that name sounded familiar. Aren’t you a journalist for The WeekDay?” Alexander asks, a moment of realization crossing his face.

“I am, among other things,” Kyle replies quickly and curtly, eager to redirect the conversation. Spotting Sophia across the room, he turns his head towards her direction. “To be honest with you, Alex, I have been watching Sophia since I arrived. There is something so alluring about her.”

Alexander keenly observes Kyle’s fascination with Sophia, a wave of imbalance washes over him.

Kyle turns back to Alexander, his smile never fading. “I will take the case. I will investigate Ms. Sophia Johnson for you, Mr. Stone,” he says confidently. “I’ll do it for you, but also for me. As I said, there is something very intriguing about that beauty.”

Still watching Sophia intently, Kyle continues, “I mean, look at her. Have you ever seen a woman so graceful and elegant? You can see from here that she simply commands the room. She is magnetic. Not to mention the way her hands and fingers moved across that violin… mmmm.”

Hearing Kyle’s continued interest in Sophia, Alexander’s anger grows. His back immediately tenses, and his hands unconsciously clench into tight fists.

“I want to make one thing perfectly clear from the beginning,” Alexander grimaces, stepping as close to Kyle as possible, “you will keep your distance from Sophia. I am warning you that if you go anywhere near her, there will be consequences.”

Taking notice of the change in Alexander’s demeanor, Kyle quickly reassures him, “Hey, man, I’m just joking. Seriously. I never mix work with pleasure. That’s a lesson I learned many years ago.”

Not entirely sure he believes Kyle, Alexander tries to relax and pivots his attention back to watching Sophia. “I expect daily reports and for you to answer any texts or calls I send you immediately. I want this done quickly but quietly.”

“Of course, for the money you are paying me, that will not be a concern at all,” Kyle replies confidently.

As the two sip their drinks and keep their eyes on Sophia from afar, they notice a younger man approaching her. Kyle considers making a flippant comment, but after Alexander’s last reaction to his joke, he decides against it.

Instead, Kyle says, “I will do my very best to unravel all the secrets that are wrapped up in the background of Ms. Sophia Johnson.”

Alexander nods, appreciating the confidence and dedication of his newfound informant. Despite his reservations, he is eager to see what Kyle will uncover about Sophia. He knows that knowledge is power in the business world, and he is determined to gain an edge over Sophia.

“I expect nothing less,” Alexander responds, maintaining a stoic expression.

From across the room, Alexander and Kyle notice that another man has entered into the conversation with Sophia and the young man. The look on her face indicates that she is not pleased with the intrusion.

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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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