After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

#47″Can’t A Mother Visit Her Son?”

Alexander sat in his office, his frustration evident in the way he drummed his fingers on the polished mahogany desk. His secretary, Laura, sensing his dissatisfaction, hesitated at the doorway.

“Is there something I can assist you with, Mr. Stone?” she asked cautiously. Alexander’s brows furrowed deeply, and he replied tersely, “Yes, there is. Sit down.”

The secretary complied, her unease growing as she took a seat across from him. Alexander’s frustration had been palpable for a while, and she braced herself for what was to come.

“You’ve been failing to uncover important information,” Alexander began, his voice sharp with irritation. The secretary tried to maintain her composure, though she had no idea what he was referring to. “I apologize, Mr. Stone. Could you please specify which information you’re referring to?”

Alexander’s anger boiled over as he grabbed a stack of documents from his desk and tossed them in her direction. They scattered across the desk.

“See for yourself,” he said, his tone dripping with exasperation. Laura’s eyes widened as she read the name on the documents. “Sophia Johnson? But… but I thought…”

Alexander cut her off, his patience wearing thin. “You thought wrong. Sophia Johnson is my ex-wife, and I can’t believe you failed to uncover this crucial detail.”

Laura stammered in response, her face flushed with embarrassment. “I… I had no idea, Mr. Stone. I apologize for the oversight.”

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secretary nodded. “Of course, Mr. Stone. I’ll investigate

scattered documents. Shortly after the tense encounter with his secretary, Alexander’s phone rang, and he saw his mother’s name on the caller ID. Surprised by the unexpected call,

right?” His mother’s voice, warm and familiar, came through the line. “Alexander,

been abroad for a long time, and her sudden return without prior

relief as his mother’s warm laughter washed over him. “Yes, dear, everything is fine. Can’t a mother visit her son?” she asked with affection in her

but drift to the recent revelations that had upended his life. Among them was the shocking discovery that his family had been involved in concealing Sophia’s true identity

breath, Alexander decided to broach the subject gently with his mother. “Mother, you know I recently got divorced,

interrupted him, her tone

continued, “What do you think about

of the line, and Alexander could sense the weight of his mother’s

it would be best to discuss it in private.” Alexander nodded in acknowledgment of his mother’s

that his mother was staying in the villa, where Sophia had once lived during their marriage, he felt a sharp stab of regret and guilt. This grand place, now devoid of Sophia’s presence, served as a

see you,” he replied, his voice carrying a hint of determination. With that, their conversation came to an end, leaving the weight of unspoken words hanging in

pressing down on him. The grand villa stood as a testament to his grandfather’s legacy. Generations of his family had resided within its

visit the villa with his mother, cherishing the moments spent there alongside his beloved grandparents during the holidays. However, after their passing, the once vibrant abode remained unoccupied, its halls echoing

to Sophia that the villa found new life, as she made it her new abode. Yet, burdened by the weight of an arranged marriage against his will,

alone during their marriage, a fact that had haunted him since Alexander learned of it. While his mother was out shopping, Alexander requested the butler to

charming corners of the villa. His footsteps echoed on the marble floors as they visited

of her time here, sir,” the butler said, indicating the lush garden with its blooming flowers. “And in the library, she often immersed herself