After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

10 “We Need Her, Emily”

Alexander looks at Sophia suspiciously, a hint of curiosity in his eyes as he considers her interest in his ex-wife.

However, before he can respond, Emily interjects, her voice laced with defensiveness, “How is this any of your business or concern, Ms. Johnson?”

Sophia, growing weary of Emily’s presence and eager to distance herself from Alexander, lets out an exasperated sigh and turns to leave. But Emily reaches out, lightly grabbing Sophia’s arm, and continues.

“Alexander’s ex-wife was a mistake from the start. She has cost him millions of dollars that she in no way deserves. The woman is trash. She is not even worth still having a conversation about.”

Sophia shrugs off Emily’s hand, her eyes narrowing as she locks gazes with Alexander. “Could you please call off your attack dog? You clearly have no intention of answering my question, and I have important work to attend to.” A smirk plays at the corners of her lips as she delivers her biting remark.

Emily gasps, her voice filled with indignation, but Alexander swiftly interrupts her. “There’s no need for name-calling, Sophia. And I did intend to provide you with an answer.”

“Forget it,” Sophia retorts dismissively, her frustration mounting. Alexander, attempting to maintain a semblance of composure, responds, “I fail to see why you’re getting so upset. I agree that Emily spoke out of turn, but….

she interjects, her tone dripping with sarcasm, “I couldn’t care less about your opinions or those of your friend.” She waves her

bit about my

opens her mouth to continue her retort, but Alexander interrupts her firmly, “And I expect you to

Sophia’s face as she locks eyes with Alexander. But instead

she watches Sophia disappear down the hallway.” She’s

he quickly moves to chase after Sophia, determined to address the brewing

frantically presses the down button for the elevator. “Why are you so mad at me, Sophia? I really don’t understand,” Alexander pleads, his

am not angry at you. As I stated before, I have no personal emotions toward you. You are

wife and our relationship is true. We were incompatible in so many ways. Our backgrounds and values clashed. She just couldn’t

You and she were having an affair, and our three -year marriage meant nothing to you. Sophia’s anger surges, her thoughts racing as she gazes at

woman as a woman.” Continuing to press the down button,

you, this ‘hard-to- get’ game does not work on me, so I suggest you drop it. Many women like to go down that route, but it’s not a great

lets out a

than vinegar?” he quips, leaning in closer while still holding her hand. Pleased with himself,

am beginning to think something is seriously wrong with you,

steps into the elevator, her stilettos echoing in the confined space. She presses the hold button for the doors, her sapphire eyes locking onto

so there is NO confusion. You are a client and nothing more to me.

door button, allowing it to close, but before it does, she delivers her final words. “Do not ever touch me again.