After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

#113 “Better Half, Huh?”

As Sophia dropped the bombshell about heading to Boston for Benjamin’s new venture, the surprise on Alexander’s face was unmistakable, and he couldn’t resist a sarcastic quip.

“Oh, I just didn’t expect a high-profile lawyer like you to be handling such small tasks personally,” he remarked, his tone dripping with thinly veiled mockery.

Sophia, aware of the unnecessary personal involvement in the matter and the relatively modest scale of the new office, felt a twinge of self- awareness. Deep down, she knew that she had no reason to be hands-on with this venture. It was a small operation that could easily be managed without her direct intervention. So why did she choose to divulge this information?

Alexander’s sarcastic remark hung in the air, and Sophia responded with a casual shrug. “Why not, right? A change of pace, a different challenge. Keeps things interesting.”

Megan chimed in, “Boston sounds nice.

Sophia shot Megan a brief, unreadable look. “Sometimes, you need to step out of the familiar to discover something new. Like you Alexander, you are getting married, hopefully, you will be able to keep it this time.”

Sophia sipped from her glass with a wide smile directed at Alexander. She wasn’t going to let him make fun of her and her decisions. He gave her a cold look but returned her smile.

Caroline sensed that the conversation was not going in the direction she wanted and intervened.

“You were in London together, weren’t you?” she asked.

Sophia hesitated for a moment, glancing at Alexander, who was silently observing the unfolding exchange. Yes,” she finally agreed. “And Alexander actually helps me a lot all the time.”

deliberately avoided Alexander’s gaze, aware of the complex emotions that lingered between them. In the span of moments, the atmosphere shifted, leaving Alexander puzzled by their interaction. Just a second ago they were bickering like little children, and now she looked grateful for

for you. It should be,” Caroline affirmed, her eyes

to focus on the professional aspects rather than the personal dynamics. She emphasized Alexander’s supportive

from Caroline. Alexander, despite his initial skepticism, found himself engaged in the banter, caught between Sophia’s charm and his mother’s

felt like a mere spectator. She tried to interject, throwing in comments and trying to steer the conversation in her direction, but it was like swimming against the current. The rapport between Sophia and the Stones felt so natural that Megan couldn’t find an entry

to converse effortlessly. At times, she would exchange knowing glances with Alexander, as if they shared some unspoken connection. Megan couldn’t shake the feeling that Sophia was seamlessly

progressed, Megan’s attempts to engage in the conversation became more strained. She felt like an outsider trying to break into an exclusive circle. The realization hit her with a pang of discomfort – Sophia was becoming a part of this family, a role Megan had

Caroline excused herself, mentioning that she needed to rest, and she suggested that Alexander take Sophia to see the new decorations in the villa. Sophia, not entirely comfortable with the idea of being alone with Alexander, quickly interjected,

glancing at Sophia curiously, shrugged nonchalantly.” Sure,

Alexander and Sophia, chimed in with an air of faux

embarked on a tour of the villa, with Alexander playing the role of a reluctant guide, Sophia maintaining a polite but distant

rooms, Sophia couldn’t shake the feeling of awkwardness that permeated the

Megan suggested, “Why don’t we check out the

a tight smile and nodded, “Sure, I’d love to

escalated. Megan, feigning admiration for the flora, strategically positioned herself closer to Alexander. Sophia, not one to

of the greenhouse, Megan excused herself

blossoms surrounded them, casting a delicate perfume in the air as if

eyes. “So, what’s the real reason for wanting Megan to join us? Are you avoiding the impending matrimonial talk,

raised eyebrow. 11 Don’t flatter yourself, Alexander. I have no interest in your wedding

leaned against a tree trunk, narrowing the proximity between them, his voice adopting a teasing tone. “Are you sure