After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

#18 “I Can Assure You She Meant No Harm.”

The maître d’ gracefully approached, trailed closely by Emily. He swiftly arranged the table adjacent to Sophia’s, meticulously placing the silverware and pulling out the chairs.

Reluctantly, Alexander moved towards the table, his eyes shooting daggers at Emily. Sophia let out a weary sigh, gathering her belongings and taking a seat at the new arrangement, while Benjamin settled in next to her, a mischievous grin still playing on his lips.

Once everyone was settled, Steven cleared his throat politely and smiled. ” I really feel we must apologize. I hope we’re not intruding on your date, Ms. Johnson.”

Sophia choked on her wine for a moment, then managed a smile. “Oh, no. Benjamin is my dear friend. We actually grew up together in Europe. You won’t find a kinder and more genuine person than Benjamin Thompson,” Sophia said, shooting a cold glance at Alexander.

“Thompson, Ben Thompson,” Alexander mused aloud.

“I’ve heard of your remarkable achievements across the pond. Impressive write-up about you in The Economist last month. You’re doing great things.”

Benjamin graciously acknowledged the compliment, a touch of humility in his voice. “Thank you, Alexander. I’ve also heard quite a lot about your work here at Stone Enterprises. Your reputation precedes you.”

three men. The tension in the air was palpable, each word and gesture laden with unspoken meaning. Ever the

a world-renowned business entrepreneur and a powerful lawyer. Quite the

but also a pang of envy. Sophia’s ability to effortlessly captivate

the situation. Benjamin tightened his grip on Sophia’s hand with

we appreciate your observations, it’s essential to respect the boundaries of our friendship. Sophia and I share a deep bond that goes beyond even the deepest of romantic entanglements. We support

probing gaze. “It

pressing against her chest. She locks eyes

through shared experiences, trust, and unwavering support. It’s a connection that transcends conventional labels. Something that I do not think I

must be more

exhaustion. She had grown weary of Emily’s persistent attempts to pry into her

tone, Sophia addressed Emily directly, “Emily, at this point, I would appreciate it if you could refrain from being such

quickly interjected, “Oh, Alex, I truly am just trying to help a fellow woman out. Honestly! You have my word, Sophia. My intentions

“If Emily guarantees that she meant no harm, then

his voice filled with conviction, “Regardless of intentions, if Sophia

see Sophia happy,” Alexander chimed in, a tinge of irritation lacing his

“Perhaps, Sophia is happy right where she is at this very

words hanging in the air, as each person grappled with their own thoughts and emotions. The lunch continued, but thoughts, suspicions, and accusations were forming beneath the polished facade of

am finished, and I really do need to get