After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

#68 “You Look Absolutely Stunning Tonight.”

The early morning light filtered through the curtains as Sophia groggily navigated her way to the kitchen. Despite her accomplishments as a lawyer, there was one thing she couldn’t quite master – getting up early. She had known since her school days that she was a night owl, and no matter how hard she tried, waking up early remained a daily struggle.

Her demanding job required it, and it wasn’t getting any easier. She sighed and rubbed her eyes as she prepared her morning coffee, the aromatic brew gradually pulling her into a state of alertness. Just as she was beginning to feel more awake, her phone rang, startling her.

Sophia glanced at the screen and saw that it was Evelyn calling. Evelyn was the polar opposite when it came to morning routines – she was up and full of energy by the crack of dawn.

“Good morning,” Evelyn’s cheerful voice greeted Sophia as she answered the call. Sophia, still in the process of waking up, replied with a hint of amusement, What’s so important that it can’t wait for me to finish my coffee?”

Evelyn’s enthusiasm was undeterred. ” Oh, come on, you know I can’t contain my excitement for the concert. Let’s both get ready together.”

Sophia sighed, feeling the weight of the early hour. “Honey, I’m still half- asleep, it’s too early, the concert isn’t until tonight, and I have work to tackle before that,” she explained.

Evelyn playfully persisted, “Alright, I get it, but you should know you’re missing out on the best makeup session by resisting my offer.”

Sophia couldn’t help but chuckle at her friend’s antics. Evelyn was truly a makeup artist extraordinaire.

“I’ll take my chances,” Sophia replied with a hint of humor. “Now, I need to get to work. I’ll talk to you later.”

reviewing the invitation for the concert was a good idea, especially considering that it was starting early in the evening. She knew that she wouldn’t have enough time to commute to work and return in time to get ready for the event. And after the excitement of the previous day,

the decision to work from home that day. It would give her the flexibility she needed to manage her work commitments and still have ample time to prepare and attend the

grumble in frustration. “What’s with all this early morning calling?” she muttered to herself, setting her coffee aside and getting up

and saw that it was Benjamin. She answered the call and was greeted by

her politely. “I wanted to let you know that I received an invitation to the concert

She had already made plans for the evening and wasn’t sure if it would be a good idea to change them now. Finally, she replied, “Thank

he responded, “I see. Well, I hope you have a wonderful

will meet there. Have

that, they exchanged polite goodbyes, and Sophia returned to her work, her mind now focused on the tasks at

on the materials related to Megan’s Enlighten Press. It was clear to her that this venture held a level of significance she hadn’t initially realized, and she needed to unearth every detail that might

her research, a complex web of information began to unravel before her eyes.” The

more, Enlighten Press seemed to enjoy the formidable backing of Horizon Media Holdings. This support created a formidable shield around the company, making it challenging for Sophia to take any decisive action, even if she were to release the information she had gathered

a fatal weakness that would enable her to carry out her plan. It was clear that she couldn’t act recklessly; she needed to be strategic and patient. To achieve her goal, she had no choice but to continue

vulnerability she could exploit. It was a high-stakes game, she was determined to play it to the and best of her abilities. The battle against Enlighten Press was far

day began to wane. She looked at her watch and realized it

on her makeup, expertly accentuating her features.

vitality to her look. Her lips were painted with a shade of red that matched the dress she had picked out earlier, giving her a timeless elegance

framing her face in a way that appeared effortlessly elegant. The

the mirror, the soft chime of her phone interrupted her reverie. She picked it up to read a message from Oliver, her anticipation giving way to a slight disappointment. It seemed that Oliver, despite his musical genius, had succumbed to one of

a resigned sigh, Sophia read the message. Oliver had encountered an unexpected delay on his way to pick her up, which meant he wouldn’t be able to accompany her to the concert as planned. Instead,

her head, a faint smile playing on her