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

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

that at all,” Alexander protested, his surprise

countered sharply, her tone biting. You didn’t know who I was; you thought I was from a poor 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

like this; that’s what I want to talk about. To be clear, I obviously offended you.

circus, Alexander. Men like you are clear to me. For you, only work is important, and nothing else. You want to own, destroy competitors, and win new

words, unsure of how to react. He stared at her for a long moment, torn between feeling offended, hurt, and a strange sense of

you haven’t gotten to know me at all until now, Sophia,” he

this time? And why on earth should I bother trying to make you like me if I was just going to use you for my

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

grabbed her arm, desperation in his eyes.

“Mistakes don’t make you moan,”

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

*

lost in the depths of the nearest bar, where whiskey flowed freely and regrets ran deep. The bartender’s concerned glances didn’t register as he continued to

hung heavy in his mind. She believed he was a monster, and, in his moments of solitude at the bar, he couldn’t help but agree

every conceivable

trait in equal measure. It was one of the things he had always admired about her—the passion she exuded,