After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

3 “The Quicker, The Better.”

“Mr. Stone, what can you tell us about your current situation with the Senator’s daughter?”

A reporter yelled at Alex the moment he stepped out of the courthouse; the blinding sunlight assaulted his dark green eyes. The scene before him was chaotic, with reporters swarming like a hive of bees. Flashing cameras momentarily blinded him, and microphones were thrust into his face, each reporter vying for his attention.

Amidst the frenzy, their questions bombarded him like a relentless onslaught. “Is there any truth to you marrying the daughter of a Senator?” one reporter demanded.

Another chimed in, “Can you finally reveal the name of your ex-wife?”

The questions grew more personal and invasive. “How long have you been having an affair?” and “What can you tell us about the divorce agreement?” echoed through the air.

Alexander’s patience began to wear thin as he pushed his way through the crowd. He remained silent as he was in no mood to answer any reporter’s questions, especially ones that were so clearly misinformed. Just as he broke through the barrage, a reporter’s voice boomed from the back, catching his attention.

“Ms. Johnson, Ms. Sophia Johnson, can we have a moment of your time?”

spectacle as the reporters quickly redirected their attention from Alexander to

slightly with each confident step she took toward the courthouse stairs. As she moved, her impeccable

of a smile gracing her lips. The sight of her composure amidst the

of questions and camera flashes.

the courthouse steps, her presence captivating their attention, and Alexander’s. It was apparent to everyone that

the vehicle. As the car prepared to pull away, Sophia lowered the window,

from a close distance,

Laura walked up beside Alexander, her gaze shifting from her phone to the disappearing vehicle. When she looked back at Alexander, she noticed an odd expression on his face, one that she was sure she

Alexander inquired, trying unproductively to hide his profound

raised her eyes from her phone again, having just confirmed Alexander’s next appointment. “That was Sophia

so familiar? The only Johnson I

met Alex’s eyes with

Judge Simon Johnson? The one who

that had pulled up in front of

He stopped at the door to the car, closed the door,

by the sudden intensity in Alexander’s voice. “Well,” she began, collecting her thoughts, “she’s the daughter of the late Judge Simon Johnson. She is a legendary lawyer in her own right. She has never lost a case as a corporate lawyer. She is also the founding

Alexander murmured, processing