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?”

shifts closer to him, his voice quiet and intense, “I see no reason

and I had a lovely conversation, and I am simply seeing her off.” He steps away from Alexander and approaches Sophia. “Besides,”

Ms. Johnson home. My

sinks at the thought of being alone with Alexander, and she quickly replies,

us home would be much safer with my driver.

right about the weather and the practicality of the situation. Reluctantly,

to Benjamin, trying to hide the nervousness in her voice. She knows he’s a caring friend who

you sure you’re okay?” Benjamin asks, picking up on the anxious undertone in her voice. Sophia takes a deep breath, trying to soothe

memories of her father’s tragic car accident resurface, and apprehension grips her heart. Tonight’s weather, so reminiscent of that fateful day, brings back the haunting memories. Since then, whenever the weather turns

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

that her father had a terrible car accident on a day like this. It was traumatic, and now, dread she can’t shake the

your offer to drive me home, but I think being with Alexander’s driver might be safer,” she says, trying to

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

she replies,

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

Alexander and Michael huddle closely under the awning of the building. Despite the rain, she strains to hear their conversation, but their words remain

“my brother” to Alexander right before the car door shut. Her mind begins to wonder curiously. However, the tension in their body language is evident, and

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

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

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

possession. I’ve cut you a lot of slack in the past, Michael, because we both

assured that I will make you and everyone you

as Michael continues his vicious remarks. Michael’s words cut

used to 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