After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

4 “I Must Decline, Mr. Stone.”

“I am telling you she is coming in today,” a man in a black striped suit whispers urgently as he briskly passes the reception desk at Johnson and Associates Law Firm.

“There is no way. She hasn’t been in for over three years. Why today?” the woman seated at the reception desk whispers.

Another woman, with an air of curiosity, approaches the desk and leans in, her voice hushed. “I heard she had a major something happen, which is why she is returning.”

“Well, I heard that major something is that she lost a lot of money in some sort of deal,” the man murmurs back, sharing the gossip.

At that precise moment, the sleek chrome doors of the elevator swish open, revealing Sophia Johnson stepping out with an air of confidence. Her face remains impassive and composed as she looks discerning at the employees gathered around the reception desk.

“Yes, I’m back,” she remarks, her words seeping with authority. The employees quickly disperse, sensing the power that emanates from her presence. Sophia strides purposefully towards the desk, her footsteps echoing through the room.

Sophia gives the receptionist a warm smile, her expression suggesting that the past three years had faded away like a distant memory. “I’m heading to my office,” she states, confident and resolute.

In her office, Sophia takes a moment to inhale deeply, allowing the familiarity of her surroundings to wash over her. Everything appears exactly as she left it. Settling into her plush leather chair, she powers up her computer, ready to restart her life.

filled with genuine joy

take a seat on the exquisite West Elm sofa, a

see him still working at her law firm. Sophia always appreciated Trevor’s source of humor and impeccable fashion

becoming more serious. “We’ve been presented with a challenging case that has stumped the

problems that only I can solve,” Sophia interjects, a mischievous twinkle dancing in

impending change of ownership. The company’s chairman, who needs to testify against the share transfer, has fallen seriously ill,” Trevor explains, passing the papers of the brief

peruse the documents, her face betraying no sign of the complexity before her. She takes a deep

I believe it’s cancer. Our investigation shows that he’s

within her. “What about the client’s share transfer contract? If we can obtain it, we can compare the handwriting. Discrepancies would provide the evidence we need to prove the illegal nature of the trade. Get

rings once before a familiar voice emanates from the speaker. “Sophia? Are you back? I must admit, I was surprised to see your name

into the depths of it,” Sophia responds. “Have you reviewed

voice filled with uncertainty. “Honestly, Sophia, I’m at a loss on how to proceed. If anyone can get a handle on

at it. We can examine the handwriting and see if it matches,” Sophia

a brilliant idea,

The

her resolve solidifying. “That is indeed a problem. We cannot allow a larger corporation

urgently, “Sophia. We need to act swiftly; time is running

chilling voice resonates from the doorway, capturing Trevor and Sophia’s attention. Both of them swiftly turn their heads to behold a tall and strikingly handsome man emanating an air of cold power. The man