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

escort her down the hallway. His hand rested gently on her lower back, and she chose not to

you, Ms. Johnson, for your help in this matter. It means a

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

I assure

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

it to your

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

as well enjoy his party.” She moves toward

Sophia settles onto a barstool, her eyes

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

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

smile. Sophia takes a sip, feeling the warmth of the amber liquid

a man in his late twenties takes the

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

eyes twinkling with intrigue. “Quite the party,

her voice filled with resignation. The effects of the whiskey have

guarded demeanor. “So tell me, why would such an unbelievably gorgeous woman be sitting at a bar all alone?

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

leaves Sophia alone at the bar. Her words hang in the air,

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