After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

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.

and joined in her laughter. “I’ll admit she’s a bit clingy, though. Come on, let’s get

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

for your help in this matter. It means

help but notice the shared look between Emily and Alexander. Sister, my ass, she thought bitterly. That

mutually beneficial relationship, I assure you,” Sophia replied,

obviously trying to pull him away from Sophia, and says, “Mr. Stone, you still have several people to talk

I will have the paperwork drawn up tonight and send it to

crowd. Emily hangs tightly onto Alexander’s arm,, and

Sophia says to no one in particular, “might as well enjoy his

chatter of the guests. Sophia settles onto a barstool, her eyes scanning the room as she

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

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

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 inner turmoil. She nods in gratitude and turns to observe the partygoers in their

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

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

eyes twinkling with intrigue. “Quite the

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

her intently, undeterred by her guarded demeanor. “So tell me, why would such an unbelievably gorgeous woman be sitting at a bar all alone? It just doesn’t seem right,” he whispers, his proximity sending

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

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