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.”

before ending the call. Sophia realized that 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, she

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

she settled into her home office setup, her phone rang again, causing her to grumble in frustration. “What’s with all this early morning calling?” she muttered to herself,

She answered the call and was greeted by his voice on

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

wasn’t sure if it would be a good idea to change them now. Finally, she replied, “Thank you, Benjamin, but I already have plans for the

understanding as he responded, “I see. Well, I hope you have a wonderful time, Sophia.

there. Have a great

and Sophia returned to her work, her mind now focused on the tasks at hand and the upcoming

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,

a complex web of information began to unravel before her eyes.” The company’s financial records appeared sound, with

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

armor, 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 her interactions with Megan, gathering more

to play it to the and best of her abilities. The battle against Enlighten Press was far from over,

in the documents, did not realize when the day began to wane. She looked at her

glow, Sophia put the finishing touches on her makeup, expertly accentuating her features. Her eyes were adorned with

to her look. Her lips were painted with a shade of red that matched the dress she had

tendrils framing her face in a way

herself in 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

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,

but shake her head, a faint smile playing on her lips. She had grown accustomed to Oliver’s