After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

#61 “I’ve Never Met Anyone More Self-important Than You.”

The next evening, Alexander waited nervously outside Sophia’s office building. He knew she would be finishing work soon, and he didn’t want to disturb her in the office. He paced back and forth, his mind racing with thoughts of how to present his invitation. He had come to invite her to his mother’s birthday party.

After clearing up some of their misunderstandings the previous day, she accepted his apology, but that didn’t guarantee she would accept his invitation. He hoped fervently that he could convince her.

Alexander couldn’t help but wonder if she would find it strange that the party would be held in the house where she used to live. He didn’t want to be a source of discomfort for her. He didn’t want his invitation to turn into another argument.

As the minutes ticked by, he kept his eyes on the entrance, waiting for her to emerge. When he finally spotted her leaving the building, he couldn’t help but admire her beauty. Her hair framed her face perfectly, accentuating her elegance.

At first, Sophia didn’t notice him. She scanned the surroundings as if waiting for someone until her gaze landed on him. Their eyes met, and he couldn’t help but feel a flutter of anticipation and nervousness.

“Hello,” Alexander began as he approached her.

“Hello,” Sophia replied, her gaze finally settling on him. “I wanted to talk to you about something, and…” Alexander began, his words trailing off as he searched for the right way to broach the topic.

“Now? I can’t, I have a commitment,” Sophia replied. “Write me an email, and we can discuss it.”

Alexander hesitated for a moment before continuing. “I’d rather ask you in person than…”

Sophia cut him off again, her expression revealing the urgency of her situation. “I really can’t now. I’m sure it can wait.’

With a hint of frustration in his voice, Alexander insisted, “It won’t take long, Sophia.”

As he was about to provide more context, a flashy white Porsche 911 Carrera 4S pulled up in front of them. The powerful roar of the engine drowned out Alexander’s words, leaving their conversation hanging in the air.

Sophia’s attention shifted to the arrival of the sports car. She glanced at Alexander briefly, offering an apologetic smile.

sorry, Alexander, I have to go. Another

knew all too well who

exchanged a few words with Michael before they drove away. Alexander’s anger simmered beneath the surface as he watched the car disappear

for reasons rooted in their complicated past, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that Michael’s presence around Sophia was a dangerous proposition. As the anger welled up within him, Alexander knew that dealing with his half-brother would be yet another challenge he’d have to face

Sophia couldn’t help but notice the unhappy expression on Alexander’s face when they drove off. The sight brought a sense of satisfaction. Sophia had no idea why, but teasing her ex- husband was

for our date?” Sophia asked, deciding to put thoughts of her ex

was laced with playful mischief. “You know, Sophia, this dinner doesn’t count as a date. It’s

raised an eyebrow. “Preparation for a date? What do you mean

sports car through the city’s evening traffic. Well, let’s just say this dinner is the appetizer, and the real date is yet to

in her

not fair and you know it,” Sophia scolded him but laughed. “I don’t mind playing it unfair if I know I’ll see you again,” he replied with a smile. “Oh, and

she turned to Michael and asked, “So, do you have any ideas

my sleeve, but I’m open to suggestions. After all, it should be something that both

she had seen earlier in the day. Her eyes lit up with a mischievous glint, and she decided to keep her idea a secret for now. “You know what, Michael? I do have a place in mind, but I’m going to keep it a secret for now.

matched Sophia’s, and he couldn’t help but be intrigued by her proposal. “A surprise date, huh? That sounds interesting,” he said, his smile widening. “Let’s pick a date, and I’ll look forward to your secret

and went to open Sophia’s door so he could show her the restaurant he had chosen for

front of Sophia’s apartment building. The date had gone well, with laughter, good food, and

the door, offering Michael a polite smile. “Thank you for dinner, Michael. I had a lovely

leaned against his car, his expression somewhat inscrutable. “The pleasure was all mine, Sophia. I hope you enjoyed it and just know I

he watched her make her way towards the entrance of the building, he couldn’t help

Martin made a swift U-turn, coming to a stop in front of Michael’s car.

with irritation. Michael raised an eyebrow, his cool demeanor unwavering. “And I

Michael,” Alexander retorted sharply. ” You need to stay away from Sophia. She doesn’t

his car, unyielding. “I’m not here to complicate her life,

it to get back at me for before. You’re trying to annoy

response was measured and calm. “You are wrong

Michael,”