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.

the second floor, where her meeting had taken place, feeling a sense of urgency to return to the familiar confines of her

down the hallway, her mind racing with the tasks awaiting her attention, Sophia’s keen eyes catch a glimpse of Emily approaching

heart skips a beat, wondering how Emily had known she was there and what her intentions might be. Sophia

Emily’s voice, a touch too high-pitched for the

responds, her voice maintaining a brisk efficiency as her eyes

herself purposefully in Sophia’s path, effectively blocking her escape route. A mischievous glint sparkles

tries to deduce Emily’s motives while attempting to maneuver around her. But her hopes of a hasty departure are shattered as

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

narrow slightly, a flicker of annoyance passing through her expression. She

her earlier comment, “Hmm, that’s sad. I mean, not sad, but, you know, sad. Like, you’re so gorgeous. Couldn’t you

extricate herself from this conversation growing stronger. With a touch of impatience in her voice, she responds, “I’m sure I could have found

searching for a solution. “You know, I know A LOT of men.

suppresses an inward sigh, thinking 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 appreciate the offer,

Emily fires back, “Your

her eyes widening in disbelief. Stepping closer to Emily, she squares her shoulders and asserts

slightly, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, “But you wish he were more,

annoyance. She can’t help but roll her eyes, no longer able to contain her exasperation. “I promise you, Ms. Williams, I