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After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife Chapter 68 by GloryWrites

#68 “You Look Absolutely Stunning Tonight.”

The early morning light filtered through the curtains as Sophia groggily navigated her way to the kitchen. Despite her accomplishments as a lawyer, there was one thing she couldn’t quite master – getting up early. She had known since her school days that she was a night owl, and no matter how hard she tried, waking up early remained a daily struggle.

Her demanding job required it, and it wasn’t getting any easier. She sighed and rubbed her eyes as she prepared her morning coffee, the aromatic brew gradually pulling her into a state of alertness. Just as she was beginning to feel more awake, her phone rang, startling her.

Sophia glanced at the screen and saw that it was Evelyn calling. Evelyn was the polar opposite when it came to morning routines – she was up and full of energy by the crack of dawn.

“Good morning,” Evelyn’s cheerful voice greeted Sophia as she answered the call. Sophia, still in the process of waking up, replied with a hint of amusement, What’s so important that it can’t wait for me to finish my coffee?”

Evelyn’s enthusiasm was undeterred. ” Oh, come on, you know I can’t contain my excitement for the concert. Let’s both get ready together.”

Sophia sighed, feeling the weight of the early hour. “Honey, I’m still half- asleep, it’s too early, the concert isn’t until tonight, and I have work to tackle before that,” she explained.

Evelyn playfully persisted, “Alright, I get it, but you should know you’re missing out on the best makeup session by resisting my offer.”

Sophia couldn’t help but chuckle at her friend’s antics. Evelyn was truly a makeup artist extraordinaire.

“I’ll take my chances,” Sophia replied with a hint of humor. “Now, I need to get to work. I’ll talk to you later.”

“See you tonight,” Evelyn chimed in before ending the call. Sophia realized that reviewing the invitation for the concert was a good idea, especially considering that it was starting early in the evening. She knew that she wouldn’t have enough time to commute to work and return in time to get ready for the event. And after the excitement of the previous day, she definitely didn’t want to miss a single moment of the concert.

With a determined nod, Sophia made the decision to work from home that day. It would give her the flexibility she needed to manage her work commitments and still have ample time to prepare and attend the concert later in the evening.

As she settled into her home office setup, her phone rang again, causing her to grumble in frustration. “What’s with all this early morning calling?” she muttered to herself, setting her coffee aside and getting up from the couch to retrieve her phone.

Sophia glanced at the caller ID and saw that it was Benjamin. She answered the call and was greeted by his voice on the other end.

“Good morning, Sophia,” Benjamin greeted her politely. “I wanted to let you know that I received an invitation to the concert as well. Would you like to go together?”

Sophia hesitated for a moment, her thoughts racing. She had already made plans for the evening and wasn’t sure if it would be a good idea to change them now. Finally, she replied, “Thank you, Benjamin, but I already have plans for the concert.”

Benjamin sounded understanding as he responded, “I see. Well, I hope you have a wonderful time, Sophia. Perhaps we can catch up another time.”

“Yes, definitely. We will meet there. Have a great day, Benjamin.”

With that, they exchanged polite goodbyes, and Sophia returned to her work, her mind now focused on the tasks at hand and the upcoming concert that she was eagerly anticipating.

With the morning still stretching ahead of her, Sophia settled back into her study, her focus zeroing in on the materials related to Megan’s Enlighten Press. It was clear to her that this venture held a level of significance she hadn’t initially realized, and she needed to unearth every detail that might aid her in her quest.

As she delved deeper into her research, a complex web of information began to unravel before her eyes.” The company’s financial records appeared sound, with no glaring risks or issues that could be exploited.

What’s more, Enlighten Press seemed to enjoy the formidable backing of Horizon Media Holdings. This support created a formidable shield around the company, making it challenging for Sophia to take any decisive action, even if she were to release the information she had gathered thus far.

Sophia knew that she needed to find a chink in the armor, a fatal weakness that would enable her to carry out her plan. It was clear that she couldn’t act recklessly; she needed to be strategic and patient. To achieve her goal, she had no choice but to continue her interactions with Megan, gathering more information and probing deeper into the company’s inner workings.

Sophia knew that she had to tread carefully, always vigilant for any opportunity or vulnerability she could exploit. It was a high-stakes game, she was determined to play it to the and best of her abilities. The battle against Enlighten Press was far from over, and Sophia was ready to continue the fight.

Sophia, buried in the documents, did not realize when the day began to wane. She looked at her watch and realized it was about time to start getting ready.

As the afternoon sun bathed her apartment in a warm, golden glow, Sophia put the finishing touches on her makeup, expertly accentuating her features. Her eyes were adorned with a subtle smoky eye, enhancing their natural depth and mystery.

She had chosen a soft, rosy blush that delicately kissed her cheeks, adding a touch of youthful vitality to her look. Her lips were painted with a shade of red that matched the dress she had picked out earlier, giving her a timeless elegance that turned heads.

Sophia’s hair was swept up into an intricate updo, with a few loose tendrils framing her face in a way that appeared effortlessly elegant. The overall effect was captivating – – a harmonious blend of classic beauty and modern charm.

As she admired herself in the mirror, the soft chime of her phone interrupted her reverie. She picked it up to read a message from Oliver, her anticipation giving way to a slight disappointment. It seemed that Oliver, despite his musical genius, had succumbed to one of his biggest flaws once again his chronic tardiness.

With a resigned sigh, Sophia read the message. Oliver had encountered an unexpected delay on his way to pick her up, which meant he wouldn’t be able to accompany her to the concert as planned. Instead, someone else would be coming to pick her up. It was a scenario she was all too familiar with when dealing with her talented but time -challenged friend.

Sophia couldn’t help but shake her head, a faint smile playing on her lips. She had grown accustomed to Oliver’s quirks.

Sophia descended the steps of her apartment building, the soft rustle of her elegant dress making her feel like she was floating on air. Her steps were confident, and her demeanor exuded a quiet self-assuredness that drew the attention of passersby. She was ready for an evening of music and sophistication.

Sophia decided it was time to go downstairs so as not to keep the person who was supposed to take her to the concert waiting. As she reached the bottom of the stairs, her gaze fell upon a familiar figure waiting near a sleek black car. It was Alexander.

Sophia blinked in surprise, momentarily taken aback by his presence. She hadn’t expected to see him here, and her puzzled expression was evident.

Alexander, dressed in a tailored suit that oozed sophistication, turned towards her with a warm and genuine smile. His eyes widened in appreciation as he took in Sophia’s breathtaking appearance.

“Wow, Sophia,” he exclaimed, his voice laced with genuine admiration. “You look absolutely stunning tonight.”

“Ah, thanks,” she replied confusedly. ” What are you doing here?”

Seeing Sophia’s puzzled expression, Alexander realized he needed to explain his unexpected presence. He cleared his throat and spoke with an apologetic tone. “I must apologize for the surprise, Sophia. Oliver, our musician for the evening, encountered some unexpected circumstances, and I was asked to step in and ensure you reached the venue safely. It’s my responsibility as the organizer of the concert.”

Sophia nodded. Of course, Alexander would be here; no matter how hard she tried to avoid him, he kept showing up. However, she couldn’t deny that he looked great tonight too.

Her eyes stayed on him a moment longer than she intended, but there was something about him that she couldn’t resist. He had worn suits before, but this one was different – all black, even the shirt, but it fit him beautifully. It accentuated his muscles perfectly.

“Good, let’s go then,” she said, her voice catching slightly as she realized there was no way to escape.

He smiled at her and opened the car door for her to enter.

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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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