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

very well,” Sophia continued. “I remember what Emily said to me on the phone the day of our divorce. When, once again, I wanted to talk with you. She said, ‘For being a useless ex-wife, he has given you enough. What

that at all,” Alexander protested, his surprise

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 your work, to be

this; that’s what I want to talk about. To be clear, I obviously offended you. I never thought you were a leech,” Alexander insisted. Sophia wasn’t

are clear to 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 your

at her for a long moment, torn

me at all until

earth should I bother trying to 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,

is where our paths diverge, Alexander. Get another lawyer

grabbed her arm, desperation in

anger undiminished. “Mistakes don’t make you moan,” Alexander retorted before finally letting

walking towards her friend Evelyn. She hoped he didn’t see her face flush

*

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

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

their marriage, failing in his role as a husband in every conceivable way. The

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