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?”

talking about.” Alexander shifts closer to him, his voice quiet and intense,

firmly, “Ms. 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

should have my driver take Ms.

with Alexander, and she quickly replies, “Benjamin has offered to drive me home. Thank you,

this weather, driving us home would be much safer with my driver. Plus, Benjamin lives all the

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

Sophia says, stepping away to make 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 takes a deep breath, trying to soothe him,

Tonight’s weather, so reminiscent of that fateful day, brings back the

a little worried about you.”

11 this weather… it brings back memories I’d rather forget.” What she doesn’t add to the conversation is that her father had a terrible car accident on a day like this. It was traumatic, and now, dread she can’t

with Alexander’s driver might be safer,” she says, trying to find

with kindness, “I understand, Soph. If you think it’s best, do what makes you

“I promise,” she replies, her voice steadier now.

into the back seat, shielding her from the pouring rain with

building. Despite the rain, she strains to hear

mind begins to wonder curiously. However, the tension in

with a stern look on his face. “Don’t forget what I

until now how interested you are in Ms.

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

you a lot of slack in the past, Michael, because we both were victims, but I caution you, my

you-rest assured that I will make

as Michael continues his vicious remarks. Michael’s

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? Turnabout