After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

#17 “This is Going to Be A Disaster.”

Sophia’s morning at work flew by, keeping her mind occupied and leaving little time to dwell on her situation with Evelyn. However, as soon as she could break free for lunch, she practically sprinted out of the office doors. Eager to avoid the looming dark clouds in the sky, she felt a surge of gratitude for having asked her personal assistant, Trevor, to bring her car to work that day.

As she walked briskly around the corner, seeking out her parked Aston Martin DB4 GT Zagato-a cherished gift from her late grandfather- Sophia’s eyes were drawn to a stunning Cadillac Escalade.

Oddly enough, the Escalade was parked directly behind her car in the nearly empty parking lot. A gentle honk and the roll-down of a window caught her attention.

“Well, if it isn’t the stunning Ms. Sophia Johnson,” Benjamin Thompson’s voice rang out, his head materializing from the Escalade’s window.

Sophia’s face lit up with an uncontrollable smile. Seeing her dear friend from their shared childhood in Europe always brought joy to her day.

Waving her over to his car, Benjamin waited as Sophia gracefully made her way to the passenger seat. “Benjamin,” she greeted him with a quick kiss on both cheeks, “it’s so wonderful to see you again! But what brings you here to the States?”

Navigating the car from the parking lot and into the bustling traffic, Benjamin replied, “The moment we hung up the phone, I booked a flight from Zurich to here.”

“You really didn’t have to go through all that trouble, Benjamin,” Sophia expressed her gratitude.

importantly, I believe I have a plan,” Benjamin stated confidently, expertly maneuvering through

looked at him curiously as he continued. “Once you told me about the money transfer from Evelyn’s bank, I

don’t want

his long, boyish eyelashes, Benjamin spoke earnestly, “Hear me out-I had already planned to diversify the location

contemplating the proposition. Benjamin had always been like a little brother to her, and she didn’t

move? ” she asked. A stubborn look crossed Benjamin’s face. “Transferring funds back to the US has

mouth to speak again, but Benjamin cut her off gently, “It’s already done. As soon as I landed, I went straight to the bank.

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newest and most exclusive restaurant in town, they were led to a table by a grand bay window that offered a

complemented by a bottle of the exquisite Domaine de la Rochette Pinot Noir. With their lunch served and glasses

to sever all ties?” Benjamin contemplated, swirling his wine thoughtfully. Sophia’s face

has to be a reason. There must be

without purpose. Every move he makes is calculated to serve himself. He wouldn’t have made such

if it brings harm to others, it’s just

we could uncover where the funds are actually going, we

shifted toward the entrance.

doors were none other than Alexander, Emily, and Steven-the very individuals at the center of

be kidding me,” Sophia whispered to Benjamin. “Let’s just avoid eye contact. Maybe

clinking his wine glass