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After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife Chapter 75 by GloryWrites

#75 “We can’t Afford Any Missteps.”

The grand hall of the Stone estate was. abuzz with the laughter and chatter of the guests who had gathered for the lavish event. As Sophia navigated through the crowd, searching for the elusive Maestro, she couldn’t help but marvel at the opulence of the surroundings.

The flickering candlelight cast a warm glow over the well-dressed attendees, and the strains of a string quartet added to the elegance of the evening. Sophia was determined to find Maestro Paus and make the most of the night.

As she moved through the crowd, her sharp eyes caught sight of her dear friend, Evelyn. However, something peculiar caught Sophia’s attention. Evelyn was engrossed in an intimate conversation with a stranger, a man who exuded an air of intrigue. Their body language suggested a closeness that raised Sophia’s eyebrows.

Curiosity piqued, Sophia couldn’t resist the urge to approach her friend and figure out what was transpiring. The animated exchange between Evelyn and the stranger seemed out of character for her, and Sophia had a sinking feeling that something was amiss. She tried to blend into the crowd as she inched closer, hoping to overhear their conversation without making her presence known.

Evelyn, engrossed in the conversation, was oblivious to Sophia’s approach. She gestured to the stranger and shared a genuine laugh. Sophia couldn’t hear their words yet, but the familiarity of their interaction was unnerving. As she crept closer, her heart pounding, Evelyn suddenly looked up, her eyes widening with shock and her expression quickly shifting from intimacy to nervousness.

Sophia froze in her tracks, feeling as though she had been caught red- handed. She couldn’t understand what had just transpired. Why was Evelyn behaving so strangely? They had always been open and honest with each other, and now there seemed to be a secret that was being kept from her.

Evelyn stammered as she tried to regain her composure. “Sophia! I thought you had already left.”

Sophia’s eyes bore into her friend, filled with concern and confusion. ” Yes, but I decided to stay a little longer. Evelyn, who is this?”

Evelyn hesitated for a moment. The man excused himself and left. Sophia thought that was very strange and somehow rude.

“We met recently.” Evelyn began to explain. “And…well..it’s complicated.”

Sophia’s mind was racing, and she struggled to make sense of the situation. Evelyn and that secret man’s interactions were far from typical. She decided to confront her friend with her concerns. “Evelyn, you’re acting so strangely. What’s happening? You’ve always been open with me.”

Evelyn lowered her gaze, her voice barely above a whisper. “I promise, Sophia, I’ll explain everything to you. It’s just not the right time.”

Sophia couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of worry. She had never seen Evelyn like this before. Their friendship had always been built on trust and shared confidence, and this secrecy was tearing at its core.

Despite her confusion, Sophia chose to trust her friend and offered a reassuring hand on Evelyn’s shoulder.

“Alright, Evelyn. But please, take care of yourself. If you ever need to talk or confide in someone, you know I’m here for you.”

Evelyn offered a faint smile, her gratitude evident in her eyes. “Thank you, Sophia. Your support means the world to me.”

As the conversation concluded, there was still a cloud of uncertainty hanging over Sophia. Her thoughts were consumed by the enigmatic exchange between her best friend and that man.

Sophia felt hurt. Evelyn never hid anything from her. Sophia swallowed nervously but did not press her friend any further. If he wanted to, he would have told her. Sophia tries to hide the pain this causes her.

Just as Sophia pondered the complexities of her friendship with Evelyn, the sought-after Maestro Paus appeared. Her attention swayed from the whirlwind of the party to the elderly man standing before her.

“Sophia, my dear, there is much I need to tell you about your grandfather. He was a man of great influence, both within the public eye and behind closed doors.”

Sophia’s eyes widened with intrigue. Her attention was immediately riveted. Sophia didn’t expect the two of them to know each other at all.

“Please, Maestro, go on. I’ve always felt there was so much I didn’t know about him.”

“Your grandfather’s life was indeed shrouded in mystery. He possessed knowledge and connections that extended far beyond what most could imagine. He was a man of great vision and ambition.”

Sophia’s curiosity was piqued. Maestro Paus, was about to continue when he suddenly clutched his heart and grunted in pain. Sophia’s eyes widened in worry. The old man staggered back.

Sophia’s heart raced as she witnessed the sudden distress of Maestro Paus. His face contorted in agony, and his grip on his chest tightened. The intensity of the moment overwhelmed Sophia, and without thinking twice, she lunged forward to catch the faltering maestro before he hit the ground.

As she supported him, Sophia noticed beads of sweat forming on Maestro Paus’ forehead. Concern etched across her face, she called out for help, hoping someone nearby would come to their aid. The bustling crowd around them came to a halt, and curious onlookers gathered, their eyes filled with worry.

Gently cradling Maestro Paus in her arms, Sophia scanned the area for any sign of assistance. It was then that she noticed a familiar face among the crowd -Alexander. She beckoned to him, desperately urging him to come quickly.

Alexander, who happened to be nearby, reacted swiftly. He knelt beside them, their thoughts united in a shared sense of responsibility. His hands taking over from her trembling ones. Together, they carefully laid Maestro Paus on the ground, ensuring his comfort while awaiting further medical attention.

Sophia’s mind raced with questions, desperate to understand what had just transpired. She wondered if there was a connection between Maestro Paus’ sudden ailment and the mysterious revelations he was about to share. Fear mingled with her curiosity, heightening her determination to uncover the secrets that seemed to surround her grandfather.

The guests at the grand event watched in shock, the festive atmosphere now disrupted by an unforeseen crisis. Concerns and whispers spread through the crowd as the commotion swelled.

Sophia concern for the secrets that Maestro Paus might reveal is momentarily overshadowed by the dire condition of her friend.

The crowd, once filled with laughter and celebration, bore witness to this sudden incident. The joyous atmosphere was swiftly replaced by anxiety and fear as whispers of concern and dismay echoed through the grand hall. All eyes were on the frail maestro who had fallen.

Sophia’s voice, filled with worry and urgency, rose above the commotion as she called out for medical assistance. Someone, please, we need help here! Get a doctor!”

As they awaited medical support, Sophia and Alexander worked together to provide initial aid. Sophia cradled Maestro Paus’s head in her lap, her trembling hands attempting to comfort him. “You’ll be okay, Maestro. Stay with us.”

With effort, Maestro Paus managed to convey his intentions, though his words were feeble and labored. ” Secrets… hidden… important…”

Sophia’s eyes welled with tears as she listened intently, her concern for his well-being magnified by the weight of his cryptic message. She whispered reassuringly to him, “We’ll uncover those secrets together, but right now, you need to hold on.”

Alexander echoed her sentiments, his voice filled with empathy. “We’ll make sure to get you the help you need. Stay strong, Maestro,”

Paramedics arrived promptly, taking charge of the situation and carefully transferring Maestro Paus onto a stretcher. As they began the process of moving him to a waiting ambulance, Sophia and Alexander stood close, their thoughts consumed by the frail man’s welfare.

“We’ll ensure he receives the best care, “Alexander reassured Sophia as the ambulance doors closed. As they watched the ambulance pull away, the weight of the situation began to settle in.

Meanwhile, across the hall, Megan had other concerns. She stepped away from the crowd, her phone pressed to her ear, her voice hushed in the dimly lit corner of the grand hall.

“I trust you’re aware of the urgency of our situation. Sophia’s become a significant obstacle, and her connection to this whole mess is a ticking time bomb. We need to act swiftly.”

On the other end of the line, a deep, composed voice responded.

“I understand the gravity of the situation, Megan. Rest assured, my interests align with yours, and I have a unique connection to Sophia that can be exploited to our advantage.”

“Excellent. We’ve already set our plan into motion, but I need your assistance to ensure it progresses smoothly. Sophia’s network is extensive, and her influence is growing. We can’t afford any missteps.”

“Don’t worry, Megan. My resources are at your disposal. We shall proceed as planned, and Sophia will soon find herself outmaneuvered.”

“Great. Proceed as planned.” Megan ends the call with a grin.

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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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