After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

#38 “Let’s not Let Alexander Interfere with Us.”

Sophia’s network of connections extended into various spheres, and she had a close friend with unique hacking skills that allowed them to breach computers and social profiles. With the help of these skills, Sophia had managed to obtain a private chat between Barbara and Mr. Thompson.

In this conversation, they discussed their plan to shift blame onto Sophia in case any issues arose with the bribery scheme.

As Sophia repeatedly read through the conversation, her anger grew more palpable. She was not about to be played as a pawn in their scheme. It was time for her to take control and retaliate.

Just as she was contemplating her next steps, her secretary informed her of an unexpected visitor. It was Mr. Thompson’s secretary, the very person involved in the bribery. Sophia welcomed her into her office, a smile playing on her lips. It seemed that her revenge plan might be unfolding on its own terms.

A petite woman entered the office, clutching her small black bag with obvious anxiety. Sophia motioned for her to take a seat and leaned forward, curious about the visitor’s intentions.

“I’ll be direct, Ms. Johnson. I want to offer you a sincere apology for the situation you’ve been ensnared in,” the woman began.

Sophia’s eyes narrowed as she met the apology with a defiant question. “Why didn’t Thompson come to me in person to offer this apology?”

The visitor sighed, her posture showing signs of nervousness. “I’m not here on behalf of my former employer.” Sophia was intrigued by the mention of the word former.

“Actually, I decided to ask you for help, the woman confessed. “Help for what?” Sophia inquired, curious about what could have led this woman to seek her assistance after everything that happened.

“When Mr. Thompson asked me to offer a bribe to the other lawyer, I had no idea of the extent of his desires,” the woman explained, her voice trembling. “He had coerced me into bribing people before, but this time, when the lawyer approached me…,” she trailed off, unable to continue.

Recognizing the woman’s distress, Sophia quickly fetched a glass of water and handed it to her. “Take your time,” she comforted. “You’re safe here.”

Gathering her composure, the woman continued, “I didn’t realize that I was being forced into a sex deal. I was manipulated into participating, as if it were a gift…”

she listened to the woman’s harrowing experience. Take a deep breath,” she advised, gently squeezing the woman’s hand.

want to cause any

woman’s predicament. “I completely understand, but we

I suggest that you tell me everything you know about the deal Mr. Thompson and Barbara

all his nefarious schemes involving Barbara. Sophia tried not

coming forward and trusting me with this information,” she said

I would find myself in a situation like this,” she admitted. ” But seeing how you handled everything, how you stood up for what’s right, it gave me

smiled warmly, her voice filled with encouragement. “We

right,” she said. Sophia reached out and clasped the secretary’s hand, a gesture of support and solidarity. “And

gratitude filling her eyes. ” Thank you,

your name?” Sophia asked with a laugh, realizing

she replied with a smile. With that Mary left and Sophia wasted no time. She decided that it was time to take her fight for justice to the wider public. She believed that by anonymously sharing the news with the media, she could

detailed account of the events, ensuring that every piece of evidence was included. She

trusted journalists and media outlets. She knew that this step was

door. Glancing at the clock, she frowned. It wasn’t a

Sophia stood

wasn’t anticipating company,” she remarked lightly, extending her hand in greeting. Michael smiled back at her, but instead of shaking

to confusion as he ran a finger along her ear. “You’re not wearing

caught off guard. “Oh, yeah. I actually left them at home,” she quickly improvised with a lie. His smile didn’t quite reach his

back, her nerves getting the best of her.

there was an undertone of frustration in his laughter. “You know,

“What?”

revealed, producing the box containing the earrings he had given

tell Michael that Alexander had thrown the earrings in

you think,” she tried to defuse the situation. His tone remained cool.

Alexander, “she replied, attempting