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?”

stunned by

again, I wanted to talk with you. She said, ‘For being a useless ex-wife, he has given you enough. What

at all,” Alexander protested,

family, didn’t you? That I clung to you like a leech because I’m incapable of making money. This is where you are wrong, Alexander. I was able to help you in your work, to be

I want to talk about. To be clear, I obviously offended you. I never thought you were a leech,” Alexander insisted. Sophia wasn’t willing to let

me. For you, only work is important, and nothing else. You want to own, destroy competitors, and win new benefits. You’re a money machine. You will go through everyone and everything to get

by her harsh words, unsure of how to react. He stared at her for a long moment, torn between

know me at all until

make you like me if I was just going to use you for my own purposes? You’re a lawyer; if I need your services, I’ll pay. It’s another matter that I got to know and like you, and I want to improve this

to continue listening to him. “This is where our paths diverge, Alexander. Get another lawyer and don’t look for me for anything,” she declared,

turned to leave, Alexander grabbed her arm, desperation

“Mistakes don’t make you

She hoped he didn’t see her face flush at the memory of

*

hours ticked by, Alexander found himself lost in the depths of the nearest bar, where whiskey flowed freely and regrets ran deep. The bartender’s concerned

in his moments of solitude at the

as a husband in every conceivable way. The guilt weighed on him,

shared this trait in equal measure. It was one of the things he had always admired about her—the passion she exuded, her relentless pursuit of justice, and her