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.

ease and joined in her laughter. “I’ll admit she’s

Alexander to escort her down the hallway. His hand rested gently on her lower back, and she chose not to brush it away. Upon reaching Emily, Sophia

Ms. Johnson, for your help in this matter. It means a lot to me,

she thought bitterly. That woman is the reason why Alexander divorced me; I’m certain of

I assure you,”

and says, “Mr. Stone, you still have several people to talk to. The mayor

Alexander nods, “Ms. Johnson, I will have the paperwork drawn up tonight and send it to your office first

Emily hangs tightly onto

his party.” She moves toward a bar in the corner and

the venue, intertwining with the vibrant chatter of the guests. Sophia settles onto a barstool, her eyes scanning the room as

like, lovely lady?” the bartender flirts,

stronger. How about a whiskey neat,” Sophia answers, her voice carrying a hint of resolution. She’s prepared to

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

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

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

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

resignation. The effects of the

be sitting at a bar

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

alone at the bar. Her words hang in the air, a reminder of her wounded

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