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.

laughter. “I’ll admit she’s a bit clingy, though. Come on,

hand rested gently on her lower back, and she chose not to brush it away. Upon reaching Emily,

matter. It means a lot to me, to both of

between Emily and Alexander. Sister, my ass, she thought bitterly.

is indeed a mutually beneficial relationship, I assure you,” Sophia replied, regaining

him away from Sophia, and says, “Mr. Stone, you still have several people to talk to. The mayor has

it to your office first thing in the morning.

as Alexander and Emily disappear into the crowd. Emily hangs tightly onto

says to no one in particular, “might as well enjoy his party.” She moves toward

music pulsates through the venue, intertwining with the vibrant chatter of the guests. Sophia

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

no, definitely need something stronger. How about a whiskey neat,” Sophia answers, her voice carrying a hint of resolution. She’s prepared to nurse her wounded ego with as many whiskeys

amber liquid cascade down her throat, momentarily soothing her inner turmoil. She nods in gratitude and turns to observe the partygoers in their gilded

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

heart. “I’ll have what the lady is having,” he says, his voice

leans closer, his eyes twinkling with intrigue. “Quite the

The effects of the whiskey have rendered her

be sitting at a bar all alone? It just doesn’t seem right,” he whispers, his

to meet the man’s gaze, her voice alluring. “I don’t know; it could be because I’m going through a

he abruptly leaves Sophia alone at the bar. Her words hang in the air, a reminder

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