After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

9 “I’m NOT Interested.”

Moving away from the polished reception desk, Alexander turns to Laura on the phone again, his deep voice carries a tinge of bewilderment as he asks, “I genuinely cannot fathom what I could have possibly done to make this woman dislike me so intensely.”

Laura takes a moment to gather her thoughts before responding. “Mr. Stone, I truly don’t know why she acts this way or how she truly feels about you. Women are complex, and their emotions can be elusive.”

“Laura, I’m asking for your perspective as a woman, so enlighten me. Why do you think she’s behaving like this?” Alexander inquires, his voice laced with exasperation and a genuine desire to understand.

“I appreciate you acknowledging my womanhood, Alexander. Perhaps there’s a reason behind her actions that you may not have considered. Sophia is a fiercely independent and driven woman. Maybe she’s playing the ‘hard-to-get’ game, knowing it ruffles your feathers. It could be her way of testing you or even provoking a response. Some people use that as a seduction tactic.”

Alexander’s eyebrows knit together, his gaze drifting to the shiny elevator doors. He sighs, realizing that the mysterious puzzle of Sophia Johnson’s behavior may not have a straightforward solution.

As the elevator doors close, enveloping him in a brief moment of solitude, he considers the complex interplay of emotions and desires that seem to dance out of reach.

Later that day, Sophia finds herself standing in the towering skyscraper that houses Stone Enterprises. The expansive space is adorned with sleek marble floors, soaring glass walls, and an air of corporate sophistication.

to the familiar confines of her own office. She was thankful that she did not have to venture to the top two

hallway, her mind racing with the tasks awaiting her attention, Sophia’s keen eyes

there and what her intentions might be. Sophia takes a deep breath, summoning her

too high-pitched for

nice to see you,” Sophia responds, her voice maintaining a brisk efficiency as her

her escape route. A mischievous glint sparkles in Emily’s eyes as she savors the moment. “I’m so happy

to maneuver around her. But her hopes of a hasty departure are shattered as she realizes she’s effectively

party the other night,” Emily begins, as she toys with a strand of her perfectly styled

eyes narrow slightly, a flicker of annoyance passing through her expression. She steadies herself, keeping

that’s sad. I

a touch of impatience in her voice, she responds, “I’m sure I could have found

eyes flitting about as if searching for a solution. “You know, I

am sure you do Sweetie, while resisting the urge to roll her eyes. She chooses her words carefully, hoping to conclude this exchange quickly. “I

“Your work, or Mr.

remark takes Sophia aback, her eyes widening in disbelief. Stepping closer to Emily, she squares her shoulders and asserts herself, her voice firm, “Excuse me? Mr. Stone is a business associate, and that’s

Sophia’s intensity as she leans in slightly, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper,

help but roll her eyes, no longer able to contain her