After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

Chapter 7

7 “He’s Not Enough for You.”

“I’m sorry, what was that?” Alexander asked, visibly shifting so Emily’s head no longer rested on him.

Sophia took a deep breath, composing herself once more. Emotions had no place in her plans, and she reminded herself of the task at hand.

“Nothing,” Sophia replied calmly. “I think I’ll be heading home now.”

“Really?” Emily chimed in, her voice laced with fake concern. “The party is just getting started.”

“Umm, Emily,” Alexander interjected, “Why don’t you go back in? I’ll join you in just a moment.”

Emily glared at Alexander, clearly disgruntled, but obediently turned to leave. Sophia couldn’t help but watch as Alexander’s eyes followed Emily down the hallway.

Once Emily was out of earshot, Alexander turned his attention back to Sophia. “My family and Emily’s family have been close friends for many years. She’s very ambitious but naive. I brought her into my company after she graduated from the University of Chicago last year. It was a way to guide and protect her in this ruthless world.”

Sophia studied Alexander closely as he spoke. His explanation of their relationship might work on other women, but she knew better than to fall for his facade.

As Sophia glanced down the hallway and noticed Emily waiting and watching, she tried to stifle a giggle but failed.

put Sophia at ease and joined in her laughter. “I’ll admit

her down the hallway. His hand rested gently on her lower back, and

matter. It means a lot to me,

shared look between Emily and Alexander. Sister, my ass, she thought bitterly. That woman is the reason why Alexander

a mutually beneficial relationship, I assure you,” Sophia replied,

and says, “Mr. Stone, you still have several people to talk to. The mayor has been asking about you along with Judge

tonight and send it to your office first thing in

Alexander and Emily disappear into the crowd. Emily hangs tightly onto Alexander’s arm,, and Alexander does not try

enjoy his party.”

venue, intertwining with the vibrant chatter of the guests. Sophia

would you like, lovely lady?” the bartender flirts, drawing a small

carrying a hint of resolution. She’s prepared to nurse her wounded ego with

generous measure and offers it with an authentic smile. Sophia takes a sip, feeling the warmth of the amber liquid cascade down her throat, momentarily soothing her inner turmoil. She nods in gratitude and turns to observe the

whiskey, a man in his late twenties takes the seat next to her. He

the lady is having,” he says, his voice

in hand, the man leans closer, his eyes twinkling with intrigue.

her voice filled with resignation. The effects of the whiskey have rendered her immune to the emotional currents

be sitting at a

gaze, her voice alluring. “I don’t know; it could be because I’m going

Sophia alone at the bar. Her words hang in

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