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.

Sophia at ease and joined in her laughter. “I’ll admit she’s a bit

on her lower back, and she chose not to brush

this matter. It

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

I assure you,” Sophia replied, regaining

away from Sophia, and says, “Mr. Stone, you still

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

into the crowd. Emily hangs tightly onto Alexander’s arm,,

his party.”

intertwining with the vibrant chatter of the guests. Sophia settles onto a barstool,

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

whiskey neat,” Sophia answers, her voice carrying a hint of resolution. She’s prepared to nurse her wounded ego with as many whiskeys as

pours her a 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

his late twenties takes the seat next to her. He is dressed impeccably

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

the man leans closer, his eyes twinkling

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

such an unbelievably gorgeous woman be sitting at a bar all alone? It just doesn’t seem right,” he whispers, his proximity sending a shiver down Sophia’s

it could be because I’m going through a divorce that threatens to

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

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