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?”

I have no idea what you are talking about.” Alexander shifts closer to him, his voice quiet and intense,

and I am simply seeing her off.” He steps

my driver take Ms. Johnson home. My apartment is very

and she quickly replies, “Benjamin has offered

he intended, “No, I mean, no need. With this weather, driving us home would be much safer with

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

the call. Over the phone, she explains the plans change to Benjamin,

are you sure you’re okay?” Benjamin asks, picking up on the anxious undertone in her voice. Sophia

resurface, and apprehension grips her heart. Tonight’s weather, so reminiscent of that fateful day,

little worried about you.” Sophia hesitates

the conversation is that her father had a terrible car accident on a

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

tone softens with kindness, “I understand, Soph. If you think it’s best, do what makes you feel safer. Just promise

she replies, her voice

he swiftly hustles Sophia into the back seat, shielding her from the pouring rain with an umbrella. As she settles

building. Despite the rain, she strains to hear their conversation,

Her mind begins to wonder curiously. However, the tension in their body language

Michael with a stern look on his face. “Don’t forget what I said. Stay away

“I didn’t realize until now how interested you are in Ms. Johnson. It’s pretty clear that you

not true,” Alexander insists. But Michael’s expression shifts from friendly to defiant as he looks directly at Alexander. “If you were

person. Stop referring to her as a possession. I’ve cut you a lot

to you-rest assured that I will make

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

this though, Alex. Isn’t that 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?