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.”

deep breath. “This miscommunication is unacceptable. I need you

I’ll

as she scrambled to gather the 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

warm and

long time, and her sudden

his mother’s warm laughter washed over him. “Yes, dear, everything is fine.

the recent revelations that had upended his life.

deep breath, Alexander decided to broach the subject gently with his mother. “Mother, you

mother interrupted him, her tone inviting.

moment, then continued, “What do you think about the subject? We haven’t

other end of the line, and Alexander could sense the weight of his

to discuss it in private.” Alexander nodded in acknowledgment

that his mother was staying in the villa, where Sophia had once lived during their marriage, he felt

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 the air. Alexander couldn’t sit still with the weight of his

the villa, he couldn’t help but feel the weight of memories pressing down on him. The grand villa stood as a testament to his grandfather’s legacy. Generations of his family had resided within its walls,

his mother, cherishing the moments spent there alongside his beloved grandparents during the

it her new abode. Yet, burdened by the weight of an arranged marriage against his will, Alexander had resisted returning to this place since the day they

him since Alexander learned of it. While his mother was out shopping,

Alexander through the elegant halls and charming corners of the villa. His footsteps echoed on the marble floors as they visited the gardens, the library, and the

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