After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

#51 “I Can’t Imagine Being With Anyone Else.”

Collecting herself, Sophia took a deep breath, her voice steady as she responded to him.

“I see that you have solved the puzzle,” Sophia smiles at him, but the smile does not reach her eyes. “It doesn’t change anything, Alexander. You didn’t visit me once in these three years and now you pretend that there was something between us. There is nothing to fix because there was never a real connection.”

Alexander sighed deeply, acutely aware of the gravity of the situation. “I know I was wrong, Sophia,” he began cautiously.

Sophia’s voice turned cold and distant. “You were not wrong, Alexander; you made a decision. Your decision is that you don’t want to know me or have anything to do with me. I accept it.”

“Sophia, that was before I knew you,’ Alexander pleaded, desperation creeping into his voice.

She let out a bitter laugh. “There were three long years in which I sat alone, waiting for you to get to know me. It’s late now. I suggest that the divorce, which was your idea, means that you don’t want to communicate, and that’s what we’re going to do.”

“I know I can’t change the past, but I can change the future. I want to make things right. Sophia, I didn’t even know your name or who you were all these years, and not that it justifies me, but…

Sophia interrupted him with a cutting remark. “You’re right; it doesn’t excuse you. Just like the fact that you now know who I am, and suddenly I’m useful to you, right?”

Alexander asked, stunned by

talk with you. She said, ‘For being a useless ex-wife, he has given you enough. What more do you want?’ And now you know that I am Sophia Johnson, a famous lawyer you want

Alexander protested, his surprise evident on his

a leech because I’m incapable of making money. This is where you are wrong, Alexander. I

offended

work is important, and nothing else. You want to own, destroy competitors, and

at her for a

know me at all until now, Sophia,” he finally

my own purposes? You’re a lawyer; if I need your services, I’ll pay. It’s another matter that I got to know

paths diverge, Alexander. Get another lawyer

Alexander grabbed her arm, desperation in his eyes.

snapped back, her anger undiminished. “Mistakes don’t make you moan,” Alexander retorted

towards her friend Evelyn. She hoped he didn’t see her face flush at the memory of their passionate

*

the nearest bar, where whiskey flowed freely and regrets ran deep. The bartender’s concerned glances

heavy in his mind. She believed he was a monster, and, in his moments of solitude at

his role as a husband in every conceivable way. The guilt weighed on him, gnawing at his conscience like a

cruel irony in their stubbornness. Sophia called him obstinate, but the truth was that they shared this trait in equal measure. It was