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After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife Chapter 56 by GloryWrites

#56 “Why are You so Intrigued by My Ex-wife?”

“Megan, since you care so much, Sophia is my ex-wife,” Alexander finally replied. Megan nearly choked on the cocktail she was sipping.

“Everything is falling into place now, my dear Alex,” she laughed. “What amuses you so much?” he replied irritably.

“Oh, don’t be upset, I just solved your mystery. However, I did not expect that the great Alexander would throw away his friendship with Emily just like that. Apparently, this Sophia is a big deal.”

“Emily played her own cards by being sneaky, nothing to do with Sophia being my ex-wife.”

“And you’re telling me you don’t have feelings for her?” Megan tried again.  Alexander was tired of sitting in the position of interrogation and decided to turn things around.

“What does it concern you if I have feelings for Sophia or not?”

“It just amazes me that you’ve always put business before relationships, and now it’s like the wheel has turned and everything’s the other way around.”

“I will repeat to you again that Emily’s actions are what made me end my relationship with her. Imagine that tomorrow I pissed her off with something, what’s the guarantee that she won’t play this trick on me?”

“You’d have to be terribly blind if you hadn’t noticed all these years that Emily had a schoolgirl crush on you.”

“That doesn’t mean her mom or dad won’t manipulate her into doing something stupid against me.”

“You’re right, she was easily influenced,” Megan finally judged. 11 Still, Alex, why did you divorce your wife?”

“I will ask you again, why are you so intrigued by my ex-wife?” he countered. “You don’t seem to be telling me the whole truth, but that’s up to you. She loses.”

Alexander laughed mockingly. He didn’t think Sophia was the loser in the turn of events; he was. But he would never admit that to Megan.

“Don’t laugh, you’re the perfect man,” she gently replied and placed her hand on Alexander’s. “Oh, and I don’t see her here tonight as well.”

“I already explained to you that she has another engagement,” he said and pulled his hand away from hers.

“That’s right, but I really wanted to make up. I don’t want her to be left with the impression that I did it with bad feelings towards her. But since she didn’t come to the invitation, it only shows how much she respects you.”

Megan was lying shamelessly, but she desperately hoped Alexander would give in and believe her. Her goal tonight was not to reconcile with Sophia but to draw Alexander back to her.

“You know, Alex,” Megan started again, her tone falsely sweet, “I really hope that someday Sophia will come to see that I didn’t mean any harm with what happened.”

Alexander sighed inwardly, growing weary of this conversation. “Megan, it’s not up to me to decide how she feels about the situation. People have their reasons, and she might never see it the way you do.”

Megan’s persistence was unwavering. ” I’d love to talk to her, apologize personally, and clear the air between us. I think we could even become friends.”

Alexander couldn’t help but feel that Megan was underestimating the complexity of the situation. “Well, you never know,” he replied with a hint of doubt. “She might not accept it, but if we ever have a chance to meet again, I’ll introduce you to her.”

Megan’s ego bristled at the idea that Sophia might not readily embrace her olive branch. “You really think she’d hesitate to be friends with me?”

Alexander managed a polite smile. “I’m sure she won’t mind.” he lied, but he was already tired of listening to this conversation.

As they talked, Megan became increasingly frustrated by Sophia’s absence. She had hoped that this meeting would be the perfect opportunity to make a strong impression on Alexander and perhaps even rekindle their connection. However, it seemed that Sophia was not going to make an appearance.

Finally, after a while, Megan decided it was time to make her exit. She couldn’t help but feel irritated. This was just the beginning of her plan to get closer to Alexander, and she wasn’t about to let Sophia stand in her way.

“I should get going, Alex,” Megan said, masking her disappointment with a gracious smile. “Tell Sophia that I genuinely wanted to meet her tonight. I hope she’s not holding any hard feelings.”

Alexander nodded politely. “I’ll be sure to pass on your message, Megan. Take care.”

As Megan left, someone tapped Alexander on the shoulder. Kyle, a fellow patron of the luxurious VIP bar, sidled up to Alexander, a wry grin playing on his lips.

The two had become friends over time, thanks to their frequent encounters in the bar and their occasional professional collaborations.

“Alex, you must be breaking records for getting over a heartbreak,” Kyle teased, a twinkle in his eye. Alexander chuckled, though there was a hint of bitterness in his response. “I don’t think I’m really doing well at all, Kyle.”

Curiosity piqued, Kyle leaned in, sensing there was more to the story. Come on, spill the beans. Then what was this hot babe against you?”

Alexander leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair. “Well, it’s actually a business meeting that Sophia didn’t attend, but was supposed to. My original plan was to have Sophia here tonight to talk to Megan in person. But she’s been avoiding me like the plague.”

Kyle raised an eyebrow, intrigued. ” Sophia’s a tough nut to crack, huh?”

Alexander nodded, his expression serious. “Extremely.”

Kyle leaned in, offering a piece of advice. “If you want to open Sophia’s heart, you don’t necessarily have to start with her directly. Sometimes it’s better to approach the people around her, and gain their trust first.”

Alexander considered the idea for a moment, his gaze drifting across the bar. He noticed a woman sitting by the window, her features vaguely familiar. It took him a moment to place her. It was Evelyn Grimms, one of Sophia’s close friends.

Kyle followed Alexander’s gaze and grinned. “See, there’s your chance. Build a good rapport with people in her circle, and she might just warm up to you.”

Alexander hesitated, his brows furrowing with uncertainty. “I’m not sure, Kyle. What if it backfires and worsens our relationship?”

With an encouraging pat on the shoulder, Kyle decided to take matters into his own hands. “Leave it to me, buddy. I’ll go chat up Evelyn and see if I can make some progress.”

He strolled over to where Evelyn was sitting, wearing a friendly smile. However, it didn’t take long for him to realize that she was not in the mood for a conversation. After a few polite words from Kyle, Evelyn simply ignored him and, with a curt nod, excused herself from the bar.

Kyle returned to Alexander’s side, a defeated expression on his face. “Well, it seems like Sophia and the people around her are not friendly at all.”

Alexander laughed bitterly. “What can I tell you, I wasn’t the most talkative husband either. Now it comes back to haunt me.”

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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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