After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

5 “I Don’t Need Your Assistance.”

The banquet hall exudes an enchanting aura, adorned with vibrant emerald greens and pristine whites, the traditional colors for a momentous twentieth anniversary celebration. Despite Sophia’s initial rejection of Alexander’s invitation in her office, she acknowledges the significance of his company for her future endeavors and decides to attend.

Even though three years have passed since Sophia last donned formal attire, she remains well-versed in the art of making a grand entrance. Her figure-hugging Alexander McQueen black dress accentuates every curve flawlessly, while the embellished bustier emits a subtle radiance, captivating the attention of onlookers.

As she strides into the resplendent banquet hall, Sophia’s gaze scans the room, eventually resting upon Alexander, who stands near one of the bars, observing her intently.

Sophia offers a mere nod in Alexander’s direction before purposefully steering herself in the opposite direction, determined to forge her own path.

Making her way towards a bar situated on a serene terrace, Sophia glides elegantly through the venue, aware of the piercing scrutiny from those around her. The faint murmurs of judgment graze her ears, but she remains resolute, undeterred by the gossip. Sophia possesses a plan, and she is unwavering in her commitment to follow through.

At the terrace bar, Sophia orders a glass of white wine, her eyes scanning the lively gathering once again. It is then that a middle-aged man, wearing a sleazy grin, begins to approach her.

Perfect, Sophia thinks, an inkling of curiosity flickering within her. She already knows what he desires, judging by the unmistakable lust in his eyes.

“I’ll have a gin and tonic,” the man requests from the bartender, his gaze never wavering from Sophia’s enticing form.

With his drink in hand, he draws closer to Sophia, his sleazy aura palpable. “You embody sheer perfection, my dear. Although I’m certain you’re well aware of that,” he remarks, inching closer until his breath brushes against her neck.

curtly, her words laced with

free hand now daring to brush against her shoulder, “being a lawyer and looking the way you do, I imagine it’s not as easy as it

I recently acquired a secluded villa on a private island. The thought of you, lying on the sandy shores

composure, Sophia turns towards the man, bestowing upon him the most

us, presenting compelling evidence, including photographs and other incriminating documents of your indiscretions with other women. This evidence is more than sufficient to transfer ownership of your precious island

small sip of her wine before dramatically splashing the remaining liquid onto the man’s face, leaving him humiliated in her wake as

by his misguided intent, but security swiftly intervenes,

for this, Ms. Johnson,” one of the security guards reassures her. “I will

alright, really. Sadly, it’s not the first time some sleaze bag has attempted to make a move

composure momentarily shaken by Sophia’s

Sophia playfully nudges, her raised eyebrow demanding

would in the face of Sophia’s undeniable beauty and power. “Mr. Stone instructed us to keep a close

nods, her expression maintaining a hint of intrigue as she brushes a stray strand of

continues, “if there’s anything I require, Mr. Stone’s

“If there’s

a matter of fact, there is something,” Sophia reveals, her tone laced with a touch of weariness. “Is there a quiet place where I can rest for a moment, away

narrow hallway, guiding her into a private room, offering a respite from

of her black Manolo Blahnik heels to massage her aching foot. After three years of not having to wear heels,

the hallway. As she opens the door, her heel catches on a small section of carpet, causing her to stumble. Just before she falls, a firm hand reaches out

races as she feels the strength of the man’s embrace, but