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After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife Chapter 59 by GloryWrites

#59 “Fifty Million.”

The second part of the auction had commenced, and a hushed anticipation filled the room as the auctioneer announced the next item up for bidding -a piece of land in the heart of the city, a cherished possession of the Williams family for over three decades.

This particular asset had been from those whom Sophia and Benjamin decided to bid for in the previous month. It was a truly magnificent piece of property, teeming with potential for various developments, from building structures to transforming it into a captivating attraction.

Sophia had meticulously researched this property, unearthing its history as an asset acquired during the early stages of the Williams family’s business ascent. It boasted a pristine record, having been purchased with duly declared profits from a prosperous year. Its documentation was immaculate, leaving no room for legal complications.

Furthermore, the property’s prime location in the bustling city center made it an irresistible prospect. The desirability was evident from the expressions on the faces of the participants, all vying for their chance to claim this golden opportunity.

The potential of this property was absolutely clear. With the right strategies for land use and consistent maintenance, it had the potential to see its value skyrocket, possibly increasing tenfold in the coming year.

When the bidding began at the starting price of $10 million, the room erupted with activity. Dozens of eager bidders raised their paddles, each one eager to claim this exceptional piece of real estate as their own.

Sophia’s gaze swept across the room, taking in the diverse array of participants in the auction. She noted the familiar faces of business tycoons, investors, and even some newcomers hoping to make their mark in the world of acquisitions.

Just as she was surveying the room, Sophia finally turned to Alexander, no matter that she was doing her best to ignore him, and saw that he himself was bidding. He had been relatively quiet during the early part of the auction, but now he seemed determined to enter the fray.

She leaned over to Benjamin and whispered discreetly, her voice filled with concern.

“Alexander joined in, be careful not to exceed the committed budget for this property,” she cautioned him.

Benjamin glanced at Sophia, his expression thoughtful, before turning his attention to Alexander, who was wearing a confident smile. The exchange of glances between the two rivals did not go unnoticed by Sophia. She understood the history between them and the competitive nature of their past dealings.

Sophia worried that Benjamin might be tempted to outbid Alexander, potentially exceeding their budget in the process. She knew her friend’s determination, and she also knew that Alexander had significant resources at his disposal.

As the auction for the city-center land escalated, the host’s voice filled the room again, raising the stakes.

Sophia and Benjamin exchanged a worried glance. They were approaching a dangerously tight budget, and the rapid increase in bids from Alexander was making them nervous. Alexander continued to raise the bids by hefty increments of five million, causing other participants to drop out one by one.

Even Megan, who had initially joined the bidding just for fun, had stopped participating and was now observing the proceedings with keen interest.

His eyes focused and determined, Alexander was in fierce competition with several other bidders. He leaned over to Benjamin, his voice filled with a touch of arrogance. “Benjamin, my friend, it seems this piece of land will be quite a prize. Are you ready to face defeat?”

Benjamin, equally determined, shot back with a sly grin, “Don’t count your chickens before they hatch, Alexander. I’ve been in tighter spots before.”

The two men continued to spar with their bids, each one trying to outmaneuver the other. Benjamin couldn’t resist the urge to make one last bold move. He shouted, ” Forty million!” Sophia, shocked by his sudden bid, immediately kicked him under the table.

Sophia sighed, realizing that her friend was pushing the limits of their budget. She gave him a stern look, silently urging him to reconsider.

“We agreed to stop at thirty-five,” she scolded him in a hushed tone.

Benjamin flashed her an apologetic smile but stood firm. Megan, sitting nearby, observed the intense rivalry between Alexander and Benjamin with a glint of amusement in her eyes. She couldn’t help but enjoy the spectacle of two powerful men vying for supremacy. Alexander, with a calculating expression, shot back, “Fifty million.”

The room was filled with gasps and murmurs of disbelief. Bidding had never escalated this quickly or dramatically before. Alexander was determined to claim this property.

Benjamin turned to Sophia, seeking her opinion, but she shook her head in disapproval. It was a bold move in her opinion for Benjamin to continue to race with Alexander.

Resigned to the situation, Benjamin reluctantly decided to withdraw from the intense bidding battle. He signaled to the auctioneer that he was out of the race, and all eyes turned back to Alexander.

The auctioneer’s gavel finally came down with a decisive thud, declaring Alexander as the winner of the city center property. The room erupted in applause and congratulatory remarks as he secured the valuable asset. Alexander, wearing a triumphant smile, turned to Benjamin. “Better luck next time, my friend.”

Benjamin chuckled, showing no signs of defeat. “Oh, this is far from over, Alexander. There are still plenty of opportunities out there.”

The auction continued with several more items, but none quite as intense as the city center property. Bidders came and went, each vying for their desired assets. Some found success, while others left empty-handed.

As the event drew to a close, the auctioneer announced the final item up for bidding. It was a rare piece of artwork, an exquisite painting that had been in the Williams family collection for generations.

After fierce competition, the painting was sold to a passionate art collector who had been eyeing it for years. With the final hammer strike, the auction came to an end. Attendees began to mingle, discussing their acquisitions and losses.

After the auction concluded, Megan, wearing a practiced smile, approached Sophia and extended her hand. ” Sophia, it was a pleasure to meet you,” she said with feigned warmth. “I hope we can be friends in the future.”

Sophia, not wanting to appear rude, returned the handshake with a polite smile. “Likewise, Megan,” she replied, her tone cordial.

The two looked at each other. Neither of them looked away. Their smiles were fixed in place, but beneath the surface, there was not a hint of genuine happiness.

As Megan walked away, Alexander couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. ” Why did you agree to be friends with her?” he asked Sophia curiously.

Sophia let out a sigh and leaned in closer to Alexander. “Revenge is not my top priority at the moment,” she said, her voice filled with a mysterious tone. “I would rather have her close to me, observe her every move. Always be prepared, isn’t it?”

Sophia’s desire for vengeance didn’t dissipate. However, to expose even the slightest crack in Megan’s facade, one had to penetrate the depths of her being, peering into the very essence of her character. Sophia was resolute in her conviction that drawing nearer to Megan was imperative, sensing a sinister motive lurking beneath Megan’s supposed innocence. However, there existed no compulsion for Sophia to lay bare every detail of her plan to Alexander.

Alexander nodded in understanding. You always think ahead, don’t you?”

Sophia chuckled. “It’s how I’ve survived in the world of business.”

“Sophia, can you give me some time now? I want to talk to you.” Alexander asked her. Sophia didn’t want to, but finally, she nodded and followed Alexander as they moved away from the bustling auction floor to a more private corner where they could have their conversation.

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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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