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.

I did. But more importantly, I believe I have a plan,” Benjamin stated

continued. “Once you told me about the money transfer from Evelyn’s bank, I knew exactly what I

“I don’t want to worsen matters for

Benjamin spoke earnestly, “Hear me out-I had already planned to diversify the location of my company’s funds. What if I

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

” she asked. A stubborn look crossed Benjamin’s face. “Transferring funds back to the US has always been part of my strategy. My company has long anticipated expansion

already done. As soon as I landed, I went straight to the bank. Yes, it might be a

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were led to a table by a grand bay window that

bottle of the exquisite Domaine de la Rochette Pinot Noir.

company to sever all ties?” Benjamin contemplated, swirling his wine thoughtfully. Sophia’s face wrinkled with apprehension. “I’ve been racking my brain over

There has to be a reason. There must be some method

Ben,” Sophia replied, gazing out the window as if searching for answers. “Alexander Stone doesn’t do anything without purpose. Every move he makes is calculated to serve himself. He wouldn’t have made such a

harm to others, it’s just an added bonus,”

else who’s benefiting from this maneuver. If only we could uncover where the funds are actually going, we

lips, Benjamin’s gaze shifted toward the entrance. Curiosity piqued, Sophia turned in her seat, and

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

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

Benjamin replied, clinking his wine