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.

out of the conference room on the second floor, where her meeting had taken place, feeling a sense of urgency to return to the familiar confines of her own office.

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

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

touch too high-pitched for the context, reverberates in the

voice maintaining a brisk efficiency as her eyes swiftly scan the surroundings, calculating

blocking her escape route. A mischievous glint sparkles in Emily’s eyes as she savors the moment.

her hopes of a hasty departure are shattered as she realizes she’s effectively trapped in

thinking, Sophia, about the party the other night,” Emily begins, as she toys with a strand of her perfectly styled hair. “I’m

a flicker of annoyance passing through her expression. She steadies herself, keeping her cool, and

out in a hasty attempt to clarify her earlier comment, “Hmm, that’s sad. I mean, not sad, but, you know, sad. Like, you’re so

she responds, “I’m sure I could have

brow, her eyes flitting about as if searching for a solution. “You know, I know A LOT of men.

eyes. She chooses her words carefully, hoping to conclude this exchange quickly. “I appreciate the offer, Emily, but I’m just

Emily fires back, “Your work, or

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, “But

She can’t help but roll her eyes, no longer