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?”

about.” Alexander shifts closer to him, his voice

firmly, “Ms. Johnson and I had a lovely conversation, and I am simply seeing her off.” He steps away from Alexander

take Ms. Johnson home. My apartment is

the thought of being alone with Alexander, and she quickly replies, “Benjamin

is persistent, and his following words are firmer than he intended, “No, I mean, no need. With this weather, driving us home would be much safer with my

tonight, she knows he’s right

the plan,” Sophia says, stepping away to make the call. Over the phone, she explains the plans change to Benjamin, trying to hide the nervousness in her voice. She knows he’s

anxious undertone in her voice. Sophia takes a deep breath, trying to soothe him, “Yes, I assure you

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

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

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 shake the feeling of every time

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

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

manages a small smile. “I promise,” she replies, her voice steadier now. “Thank you for

Alexander’s car pulls up, he swiftly hustles Sophia into the back seat, shielding her from the pouring rain with an umbrella. As she settles in, he says,

awning of the building. Despite the rain, she strains to hear their conversation, but their words remain

to wonder curiously. However, the tension in their body language is evident, and it’s clear that the conversation is far

face. “Don’t forget what I

now how interested you are in Ms. Johnson. It’s pretty

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

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

please don’t 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 that he’s struck

possessed. As the son of a mistress, shouldn’t you be used