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After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife Chapter 63 by GloryWrites

#63 “Well, That’s Quite the Family Drama.”

Michael had arrived at the location for his date with Sophia and immediately spotted her in the midst of the bustling crowd. He couldn’t help but raise his hands in astonishment before making his way toward her.

Sophia couldn’t contain her laughter as she observed Michael’s reaction. He closed the distance between them with a warm smile, and she returned it in kind.

“If I’m being honest, I never would have guessed that our date would be at a country fair festival,” he remarked, wrapping her in a friendly hug.

Sophia reciprocated the hug. “What can I tell you? I’m full of surprises,” she replied with a playful glint in her eye.

Together, they made their way toward the entrance of the festival, the lively sounds of people and the laughter of children providing a cheerful backdrop to their conversation.

“So, how did you decide on this place?” Michael inquired. “I didn’t grow up with a silver spoon in my mouth, and as soon as I saw the ad for the fair, I couldn’t resist,” Sophia explained, a touch of nostalgia in her voice.

Her thoughts briefly took a turn, wondering if Alexander had ever believed she was only interested in him for his wealth, perhaps due to her humble upbringing in the countryside. She chided herself for letting thoughts of her ex-husband intrude on her date with another man.

guess there’s still a lot to learn about you, Ms. Johnson,” Michael replied. Michael couldn’t help but be surprised when he laid eyes on Sophia’s outfit for the day. She looked stunning as always, but he was accustomed to seeing her in elegant dresses and skirts. Now she was wearing jeans and a white T-shirt.

“Where should we start?” he asked, gesturing to the various attractions at the festival.

“I’m up for anything,” she replied with a smile. “How about the Ferris wheel?” Michael suggested, opting for the more romantic attractions in his bid to win over Sophia.

“Sure,” she agreed.

They made their way to the Ferris wheel and purchased their tickets. As they waited in line, Michael struck up a conversation.

“Do you visit places like this often?” he inquired. Sophia chuckled. “Not really. I rarely have the time to come to events like this.”

“So, you’re not a lawyer by day and a pumpkin festival champion by night?” he teased.

Sophia laughed. “No, but my grandmother and I did win an award for the best pie in town when I was a kid.”

“I’d love to try it someday,” he replied with a grin. When it was their turn to board the Ferris wheel, they settled into a booth together. Sophia initially tried to sit on the opposite side to ensure they could see each other while they talked, but Michael pulled her to sit next to him.

He even offered her his jacket, though it was a warm summer evening. Sophia couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s at least 80 degrees Fahrenheit outside. I don’t need it.”

“Sometimes it gets windy,” he explained with a smile. Sophia politely declined the jacket, finding his attempt at chivalry in the heat quite amusing.

As the Ferris wheel carried them to the top, Michael pointed out various buildings in the city. Sophia was familiar with them, but she nodded and played along.

“The view is quite enchanting and romantic,” he remarked.

“It’s lovely,” Sophia replied with a smile, trying not to burst into laughter.

Michael’s behavior was becoming increasingly over-the-top, and Sophia couldn’t quite grasp the reason for this sudden change. While they were on a date, there was no need to sugarcoat the situation.

Once they disembarked from the ride, Michael bought cotton candy for Sophia, who wasn’t particularly fond of it but accepted it out of politeness.

“Shall we try the shooting range?” Michael suggested.

Sophia agreed, and they headed to the shooting range booth where you could win prizes. Michael paid for a round and expertly hit the target several times, earning a stuffed teddy bear.

“My turn,” Sophia said, paying for her own round before he could offer. Sophia took the rifle in hand and aimed carefully.

“It’s not about hitting the target; it’s about having fun,” Michael assured her. Sophia gave him a playful smirk, then took aim and hit the target dead center five times in a row without missing.

“My grandfather used to take me hunting,” she explained when she noticed Michael’s surprised expression. ‘And yes, having fun is important, but winning is even cooler.”

Sophia won one of the largest prizes, a giant teddy bear, and she handed it over to Michael.

“Here, I’m returning the favor,” she said with a grin.

Michael, eager to create a bonding moment, suggested they go on a horror rollercoaster ride. He secretly hoped that Sophia would get startled during the ride, giving him the perfect excuse to comfort her with a hug.

However, as soon as they boarded the rollercoaster, Michael’s plan began to crumble. The ride turned out to be far scarier than he had anticipated, and instead of being the comforting presence, he found himself on the brink of wanting to escape.

The rollercoaster plunged them into darkness, with unexpected surprises popping out at them, including fake spiders, which happened to be one of Michael’s biggest fears.

“God, I never thought I’d be on the brink of a heart attack at such a young age,” he quipped nervously as they descended from one of the coaster’s steep drops.

Sophia couldn’t help but burst into laughter at Michael’s futile attempts to maintain his composure when he was clearly horrified.

“Looks like the tables have turned,” she teased, amusement dancing in her eyes.

Despite his unease, Michael tried to save face. “Well, I hope you weren’t too scared,” he said, wrapping an arm around her shoulders in an attempt to comfort her.

Sophia, although appreciative of the gesture, pulled back slightly, her smile slightly awkward but warm. “I’m fine,” she replied.

As they continued their day at the festival, Sophia couldn’t help but notice that there was no real chemistry between her and Michael. She found his behavior overly cheesy and forced, and it made her slightly uncomfortable.

On the other hand, Michael was beginning to realize that their encounter wasn’t leading to the romantic connection he had hoped for. He felt that Sophia wasn’t responding to his attempts to create a magical atmosphere between them. As a result, he gradually abandoned his extravagant gestures and returned to more normal interactions.

As they strolled through the festival grounds, Michael suggested they grab some beers and find a quieter spot to chat. Sophia agreed, and soon they found themselves seated at a rustic wooden table, sipping on chilled beers.

Amidst the casual conversation about various topics, Sophia’s curiosity finally got the best of her. She looked at Michael with genuine interest and asked, “You know, Michael, I’ve been wondering. What does Alexander have against you?”

Michael’s demeanor shifted, and he took a deep breath before deciding to share a part of his past. “It’s a long story,” he began, “but it all goes back to our parents.”

Sophia leaned in, her eyes focused on him. “I’m listening,” she encouraged. Michael began to recount the dramatic tale. “You see, my father and my mother was happily married. But, somehow, Caroline, Alexander’s mother, and my father had an affair. After this, Caroline became pregnant.”

Sophia’s eyes widened in astonishment, and she couldn’t help but interject, “Wow, that’s quite a plot twist.”

Michael nodded a hint of bitterness in his voice. “Indeed. When Alexander’s grandfather found out about the affair and the pregnancy, he not only drove my father away but also pushed our family to the brink of bankruptcy and destroyed our lives.”

Sophia listened with empathy, understanding the gravity of the situation. “That’s incredibly harsh,” she remarked softly.

Michael’s resentment towards the Stone family was evident as he continued, “So, you see, I hold a grudge against the Stones.”

Sophia found the story as dramatic as a soap opera and couldn’t help but admit, “Well, that’s quite the family drama. I can see why there’s tension.”

Just as Sophia was about to offer some words of comfort or sympathy, Michael’s phone buzzed urgently. He glanced at the caller ID and sighed. ” I’m sorry, Sophia, I have to take this. It’s an urgent work call.”

Sophia nodded understandingly as Michael answered the call. She watched as his expression shifted from one of relaxation to one of concern. After a brief conversation, Michael hung up and turned back to Sophia.

“I’m really sorry about this, Sophia,” he apologized. “Something important just came up at work, and I need to deal with it immediately. Can we rain-check on the rest of our date?”

Sophia smiled graciously. “Of course, Michael. Duty calls. We can reschedule. Michael looked relieved but still disappointed as he bid her farewell. ” Thank you for understanding, Sophia. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

With that, he hurried off, leaving Sophia alone at the festival.

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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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