After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

#27″She would be Mine, Not Yours.

“I saw your performance tonight,” Michael says, a warm smile crossing his face as he sits beside Sophia. “It was quite impressive.” The compliment makes Sophia slightly blush, but she musters a grateful smile and replies, “Thank you.”

“I was immediately impressed by the way you can navigate the fingerboard with such fluidity, and your bowing technique is equally impressive,” Michael continues. Surprised by his knowledge of violin playing techniques, Sophia asks, Really? Do you play?”

He chuckles softly. “No, but I have spent a great deal of time in Prague, which I am sure you know is where the Smetana Hall is.”

Sophia nods, impressed that he knows the prestigious classical music festivals held there. “Yes, I’ve attended some of those concerts before,” she admits. Their conversation flows, and time flies. by as they talk about music and their shared fondness for classical

performances. But as the minutes pass, Sophia notices that the once bustling ballroom is gradually emptying, and the staff is starting to clean up the room.

“Well, it looks like the party is over,” she remarks, glancing around at the dwindling crowd. “It appears so,” Michael agrees. ” Perhaps I can walk you to the door.”

“Yes, I told my date I would let him. know when to pick me up,” Sophia states as she gathers her purse. Sophia is charmed by his politeness. With a soft smile, Sophia nods, accepting the arm he offers, and they begin to make their way toward the entrance.

Sophia spots Alexander standing near the coat check room as they reach the front door. She can feel her heart race slightly, hoping to avoid another conversation with him tonight. But before Sophia can figure out a way to slip away unnoticed, Michael asks her for her check number and offers to get her coat. Relieved, she hands him the ticket.

Sophia walks towards the door, and as she opens it, a gust of wind and rain greets her. It’s pouring outside, and she’s glad she won’t face the downpour without her coat.

However, as Michael gathers their coats, Alexander hovers near him. ” Michael, I see that you and Sophia seem to be getting along,” Alexander says with a tinge of suspicion. Michael holds a calm look and replies, ” Yes, Ms. Johnson and I had an enjoyable conversation.”

Alexander presses on, “And I suppose that has nothing to do with the situation between you and me?”

are talking about.” Alexander shifts closer to him, his voice

Johnson and I had a lovely conversation, and I am simply seeing her off.” He steps away from Alexander and approaches Sophia. “Besides,” he adds, “look at this weather.

should have my driver take Ms. Johnson home. My apartment is very close to hers. It just

Alexander, and she quickly replies, “Benjamin has offered to drive

us home would be much safer with my driver. Plus, Benjamin lives all the way uptown; he would need to drive an extra hour back

tonight, she knows he’s right about the weather and the practicality of the situation. Reluctantly, she nods in

to Benjamin, trying to hide

okay?” Benjamin asks, picking up on the anxious undertone in her voice. Sophia takes a deep breath, trying to soothe him, “Yes, I assure you I

that fateful day, brings back the haunting memories. Since then, whenever the weather turns bad,

senses that something is off and persists, “You sound edgy. I’m a little worried about you.” Sophia hesitates momentarily, torn between opening up to

on a day like this. It was

home, but I think being with Alexander’s driver might be safer,”

it’s best, do what makes

replies, her

pouring rain with an

under the awning of the building. Despite the rain, she

car door shut. Her mind begins to wonder curiously. However, the tension in their body language is

look on his face. “Don’t forget what I said. Stay away

until now how interested you are in Ms. Johnson. It’s pretty clear that you have feelings for the

to defiant as he looks directly at Alexander. “If you were Alex, I would date her just so you couldn’t

Stop referring to her as a possession. I’ve cut you a lot of slack in the past, Michael, because we both

bother doing me any favors. Here’s my promise to you-rest assured that I will make you

his vicious remarks. Michael’s words cut deep, and it’s clear

what your mother did? Stealing someone else’s man was a talent she certainly possessed. As the son of a mistress, shouldn’t you be used to this kind of thing? What is that expression?