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.

responds curtly,

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 seems.”

gaze lingering on her curves, he persists, “You know, I recently acquired a secluded villa on a private island. The thought of you, lying on the sandy shores in

Sophia turns towards the man, bestowing upon him the most seductive look

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 villa into your wife’s name. My esteemed colleagues can assist you in leaving with nothing,” she declares, her

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

misguided intent, but security swiftly intervenes, preventing him from laying a

guards reassures her. “I will personally ensure that he is escorted off

unfazed by the incident. “It’s alright, really. Sadly, it’s not the first time some sleaze bag has attempted to make

guard blushes, his composure momentarily shaken by Sophia’s casual

Sophia playfully nudges, her raised eyebrow demanding

over his words, much like any man would in the face of Sophia’s undeniable beauty and power. “Mr. Stone instructed us to keep a close eye on you,

now?” Sophia nods, her expression maintaining a hint of intrigue as

continues, “if there’s anything I

Johnson,” the guard responds promptly. “If there’s anything you need, just say

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 from

the guard assures her. “Follow me.” He leads her down a narrow hallway,

of her black Manolo Blahnik heels to massage her aching foot. After three years of

moment of rest, Sophia heads back to 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 and grasps her

as she feels the strength of the man’s embrace, but Sophia quickly pulls away and turns to see who it