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After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife Chapter 94 by GloryWrites

#94 “Just… Let Someone In.”

As the London streets embraced Alexander and Sophia in the cool evening air, their journey led them to a quaint restaurant tucked away in a narrow alley. The ambiance was a perfect blend of warmth and elegance, a refuge from the storm of the investigation that had engulfed Sophia’s life.

The restaurant, bathed in a soft, amber glow, welcomed them with the comforting hum of conversation and the tantalizing aroma of culinary delights. A discreet maître d’ led them to a secluded table adorned with crisp white linen and glinting silverware.

Alexander, with an air of familiarity, perused the menu, recommending his favorite dishes with the assurance of a seasoned connoisseur. Sophia, appreciating the respite from the harsh realities of the case, couldn’t help but praise Alexander’s taste in food.

“I must say, Alexander, you have an excellent choice in restaurants,” she remarked, a genuine smile playing on her lips.

He grinned, taking in the momentary relief reflected in Sophia’s eyes. “Well, a good meal can work wonders, especially when navigating the complexities of a murder investigation.

Their conversation, initially centered around the delectable offerings on the menu, gradually shifted to the weightier matters at hand. The names and faces of potential conspirators danced around their thoughts like elusive specters.

“In both of our minds, the same name pops up,” Alexander admitted, his expression contemplative. “Megan. We both suspect her.”

Sophia’s gaze met his, a shared understanding of the gravity of their suspicions. However, Alexander hesitated, reluctant to believe that a friend could orchestrate such a sinister plot.

“Megan and I go way back. She always wanted power and gains from her work and I can say surely that she will do anything to achieve it. But I can’t fathom that she’d be part of such a vicious conspiracy,” he mused, his voice tinged with a hint of betrayal.

Sophia, empathizing with Alexander’s internal struggle, nodded thoughtfully. “It’s always difficult when someone you trust becomes a potential suspect.”

Alexander’s eyes bore into Sophia’s, searching for reassurance. “I hope that once we capture the mysterious man, he’ll reveal the puppeteer pulling the strings. Maybe then, we’ll find out if Megan is truly involved.”

Sophia, ever pragmatic, voiced a different perspective. “The true culprit may remain hidden forever. The trace of the puppeteer is concealed flawlessly. We might be left with more questions than answers.”

Their dialogue, woven with the clinking of silverware and the murmur of fellow diners, reflected the complex web of emotions that entangled them. The restaurant, a haven from the storm, bore witness to a shared pursuit of truth amidst the uncertainties.

As their conversation continued, interspersed with the sampling of exquisite dishes, Sophia and Alexander found a peculiar solace in each other’s company.

In the cozy cocoon of the restaurant, Sophia couldn’t help but appreciate the moments of respite Alexander had orchestrated. The flavorful dishes, the flickering candlelight, and the camaraderie they shared momentarily eclipsed the harsh realities waiting outside the restaurant’s walls.

As they savored the remnants of their delectable meal, an incoming call disturbed their conversation, and Sophia reached for her phone.

“Benjamin,” she acknowledged, her voice carrying a warmth that didn’t escape Alexander’s notice.

Sophia’s conversation with Benjamin unfolded with a sense of camaraderie and mutual understanding. The gratitude in her tone as she thanked him for his assistance in the case was evident. They made plans for a meeting the next day which made Alexander feel a ping of jealousy.

Once the call ended, Sophia’s attention returned to Alexander, who wore a subtle mask of discomfort. Sophia was confused by the fast shift in his attitude. Alexander, struggling to contain his jealousy decided to speak his mind.

“I can’t shake the feeling that his attitude toward you is a bit fishy,” Alexander confessed, his gaze fixed on Sophia.

Sophia, sensing the undercurrents, met his gaze with an unwavering look. ” Benjamin and I are just childhood friends, Alexander. There’s nothing fishy about it.”

Despite Sophia’s reassurances, Alexander’s jealousy simmered beneath the surface. He couldn’t help but wonder if Benjamin’s intentions were as innocent as they appeared.

“I don’t think so.” Alexander continues. “This is ridiculous. We have known each other forever. I should have known if there was something more.”

In a moment of vulnerability, Alexander confesses. “Sophia, I don’t want to be just friends with you. My intention is to be more than that.”

Sophia, well-versed in navigating the complexities of their relationship, took a moment to absorb his words. The atmosphere became charged.

“Our relationship is already complicated,” Sophia finally responded, her words carrying a hint of weariness. “I don’t want to make it even more complicated.”

Alexander, driven by an undeniable longing, pressed on. “I want to be with you, Sophia. More than just friends.”

“Alexander, we’re in the midst of a murder investigation. My murder investigation. Emotions are running high, and getting romantically involved right now it’s not on my list.”

Alexander, grappling with the emotions that surged within him, sought clarity. “Is it because of Benjamin? Are you hesitant because of him?”

Sophia, maintaining her composure, addressed his concerns. “It’s not because of Benjamin. We are just friends just like you and Emily.”

The ambiance of the restaurant, once filled with the delightful sounds of shared laughter and exchanged stories, now hung heavy with unspoken tension.

The air between Alexander and Sophia crackled with the remnants of a confession, each word a weight that had settled upon them. As the evening wore on, the awkwardness lingered, casting a subtle shadow over their dinner.

Sensing the palpable discomfort, Sophia made a decision. She declared, ” I think it’s time for both of us to rest,” breaking the uneasy silence that had settled over their table.

As Alexander drove Sophia back to her hotel, the city lights flickering against the night sky, he couldn’t shake the echoes of their conversation.

The car rolled to a stop in front of Sophia’s hotel, and as she prepared to exit, Alexander spoke. “Sophia, there’s something I want to say.”

Sophia turned to him. Alexander took a deep breath, recalling the vulnerability he had laid bare earlier in the evening.

“I meant what I said at the restaurant. I want more than just friendship with you,” he confessed, his gaze earnest. Sophia, her expression unreadable, absorbed his words. The silence stretched between them.

Breaking the quietude, Alexander continued, “You don’t have to be so independent, Sophia. You can rely on me, especially in times like this. Let me be there for you.”

Sophia’s response, measured and deliberate, came as no surprise. ” Independence and never relying on others were values my grandfather instilled in me since childhood. It’s not that I don’t appreciate your kindness, Alexander. It’s just not how I’ve lived my life.”

Alexander, feeling a twinge of frustration, sought to bridge the gap that seemed to widen between them.” I’m not saying you should abandon those values, Sophia. Just… let someone in. You don’t have to face everything alone.”

As they lingered in the quiet of the car, Alexander made an unconventional proposal. “What if… What if you let me be your reliance? Forever. You wouldn’t have to face anything alone, and I’d be there for you, no matter what.”

Sophia, facing this unexpected proposition, remained silent. The car idled in the soft glow of the streetlights.

The silence persisted, and Alexander, grappling with the uncertainty of Sophia’s response, broke it. “You don’t have to answer now. Just think about it.

Sophia, her face hiding her thoughts, nodded. The weight of their unspoken words hung in the air as she exited the car, leaving Alexander to navigate the echoes of 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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