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.

he had successfully put Sophia at ease and joined in her laughter.

allowed 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

matter. It means a

Alexander. Sister, my ass, she thought bitterly.

beneficial relationship, I

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

send it to your office first thing in

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

one in particular, “might as well enjoy his party.” She

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

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

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

feeling the warmth of the amber liquid cascade down her throat, momentarily soothing her inner turmoil. She nods

Sophia considers ordering another whiskey, a man in his late twenties takes the seat next to her. He is dressed impeccably and oozes a

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

man leans closer, his eyes twinkling with intrigue.

Sophia responds, her voice filled with resignation. The effects of the

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

alluring. “I don’t know; it could be because I’m going through

a fleeting smile gracing his lips before he abruptly leaves Sophia alone at the bar. Her words hang in the air, a reminder of her

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