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.”

a deep breath. “This miscommunication is unacceptable. I need you to find out why

Mr. Stone. I’ll investigate and

secretary, Alexander’s phone rang, and he saw his

all right?” His mother’s voice, warm and familiar, came through the

had been abroad for a long time, and her sudden return without prior notice was unusual. “You’re back? That’s… unexpected. Is

“Yes, dear, everything is fine. Can’t a mother visit her son?” she asked with affection in her

had upended his

subject gently with his mother. “Mother,

interrupted him, her tone

hesitated for a moment, then continued, “What do you think

of the line, and Alexander could sense the weight of

to discuss it in private.” Alexander nodded in acknowledgment of his mother’s response. “Yes, of course. Where are you

she said. As Alexander heard 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

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 emotions and the need for answers. He decided to go to the

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

would often visit the villa with his mother, cherishing the moments spent there alongside his beloved grandparents during the

by the weight

a fact that had haunted him since Alexander learned of it. While his mother was out shopping, Alexander requested the butler to guide him around the places where Sophia had once

Alexander through the elegant halls and charming corners of the villa. His footsteps

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