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?”

outside the courthouse had transformed into a frenzied spectacle as the reporters quickly

air of elegance. Her blonde hair bounced ever so slightly with each confident step she took toward the courthouse stairs. As she moved, her impeccable sense of style was evident—the way her Piazza Sempione grey pinstripe suit draped flawlessly on her figure, exuding

a fleeting glimpse of a smile gracing her lips. The sight of her composure amidst the pandemonium only intensified his curiosity, stirring an unexpected mixture

the gathering, seemingly unperturbed by the relentless barrage of questions and camera flashes. Her composed demeanor conveyed neither aloofness nor vulnerability,

her, Sophia gracefully descended the courthouse steps, her presence captivating their attention, and Alexander’s. It was apparent to everyone that she was extremely comfortable with

and with a fluid motion, she glided into the vehicle. As the car prepared

behind her enigmatic smile. He smelled danger on her face, although she is undeniably stunning. Alexander, observing Sophia from a close distance, assessed her with interest. Her smile hinted at a depth of knowledge and resolve, intriguing him momentarily. It provided a brief respite in the midst of chaos, evoking a sense of curiosity within

from her phone to the disappearing vehicle. When she

inquired, trying unproductively to

confirmed

Alexander’s brow. “Johnson? Why does that name seem so familiar? The only Johnson I

eyes

The one who

up in front of the courthouse, replacing Sophia’s car. “That’s the one,” she affirmed, opening the door for

closed the door, and

paused, momentarily taken aback 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 partner of Johnson and Associates, which, as everyone in town knows, is a

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