After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

#108 “It’s a Small Price to Pay.”

The room crackled with tension as Alexander zipped up his jeans, ignoring Megan’s pleas to stay. He wasn’t about to be manipulated, especially after waking up in a compromising situation that reeked of Megan’s scheming.

Megan, undeterred, shot him a warning. “Alex, if you walk out that door, the tabloids will have a field day. Pictures of you wasted last night, me dragging you back here – the whole scandal. You won’t be able to show your face without becoming the headline sensation of the century.”

Alexander, unimpressed, shot back with a smirk. “You think that’s gonna work on me? Nice try, Megan.”

But Megan wasn’t done. She played her trump card, dark eyes narrowing with determination. “Oh, it gets better. Those pictures will be nothing compared to what they’ll have of us coming and going from this apartment. You leave, and our secret rendezvous becomes public knowledge. Think about what Sophia will say.”

Alexander’s eyes narrowed, the mention of Sophia injecting a new dose of tension into the room. Megan continued, “You leave, and Sophia won’t just lose trust in you; she’ll despise you even more. But I can make it all go away.”

She leaned in a dangerous glint in her eye. “All you have to do is publicly announce our engagement. It’s a small price to pay, considering the alternative.”

Alexander scoffed, crossing his arms. ” Engagement? You’re out of your mind, Megan. I’m not playing your games.”

But Megan, confident in her manipulation tactics, didn’t back down. “Think about it, Alex. This could be a win-win. We announce our engagement, take control of Horizon Media Holdings together, and ride the wave of publicity. It’s a lucrative deal, don’t you see?”

thin, shot back, “You really think I’d sell out like that? Drag Sophia into this mess

mistake, Alex. A big one. You’ll

the room hung heavy as Alexander absorbed Megan’s audacious proposal. He didn’t utter a word, but the silent intensity radiating from him spoke volumes. His jaw clenched, and his piercing gaze bore

to face whatever storm awaited him outside the apartment. The

his fingers tapping with a restrained fury. He made a call, his voice low and commanding, “Yeah, it’s me. Temporarily keep Megan under control. “The terseness of his words hinted at

calm demeanor was now a tempest of emotions. The thought of Megan’s attempt to manipulate him fueled the fire within, and he was determined to

Sophia’s place was a tumultuous one. Every passing moment seemed to stretch as Alexander grappled with the looming confrontation. As he reached Sophia’s doorstep, he took a deep breath, mentally preparing for the storm he was about to face. He knocked on the door, uncertain of

*

groggily opened her eyes, realizing that the restless night had left its mark. As she prepared for the day, a lingering unease persisted,

sleep, Sophia’s mind was already a battlefield of conflicting emotions. The events of the previous night replayed like a

mean, seriously, Sophia, get a grip,” she muttered to herself. She stared at the ceiling, attempting to make sense of the tangled mess in her

is just a friend, right? It’s none of my business who

gut. “Knowing they’re practically enemies, he still drinks with her and goes on a date? Seriously?” She shook her head, trying to dislodge the disbelief that

emotions. “I should’ve seen this coming. But, no, I had to go and develop some weird fondness for him. Great, just

emotions pressing down on her. “And now what? This fondness, or whatever it was, is plummeting to freezing point. What a fantastic way to start the