After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

#112 “Wait, You’re Leaving?”

Sophia breezed into the villa, and the butler hurried over to snatch her coat. As she handed it to him, a sudden gasp escaped his lips. Sophia shot him an incredulous look, and he hurriedly averted his eyes, fixating on the floor.

“Whoops, my bad for the outburst. But seriously, your dress is stunning,” he mumbled before briskly walking away.

Sophia grinned. It’s her go-to dress, a sleek black cocktail number, but the seamstress sprinkled a bit of magic on it. The dress hugged her curves just right, flaunting her sculpted figure.

Megan and Alexander trailed in behind her. The moment Megan’s eyes locked onto Sophia, a frown creased on her forehead. Alexander didn’t react, but he lingered a tad longer with a contemplative gaze.

Ignoring the brewing drama, Sophia pivoted to Caroline, who was there to greet them. Caroline pulled her into a warm hug.

“Hey, sweetie! You look absolutely gorgeous,” Caroline chirped. “Come on in and make yourself at home.”

“I’m glad to see you,” Sophia said, her tone warm as she greeted Caroline. Caroline shifted her attention from Sophia to Alexander and Megan, and immediately, her smile faltered.

“I didn’t expect you two to come,” Caroline said, her gaze accusing as she looked at Alexander.

“It was a surprise,” Alexander explained, offering an apologetic smile to his mother.

“And what kind of surprise is this?” she scoffed, skepticism evident in her voice.

Caroline hugged her son but conspicuously avoided any contact with Megan. Just as she was about to turn back to Sophia, Megan interjected.

glad to meet you,” Megan began, attempting

a wry smile

your marriage. I want this to be clear. Now let’s have dinner,” Caroline announced with a

Alexander, a hint of frustration in his voice. Caroline turned her back on them, instantly grabbing Sophia’s arm. Megan

air in the room felt tense as Megan tried to shake off the lingering discomfort from Caroline’s blatant disapproval.

Megan, it seemed like she was being unfairly measured against an invisible yardstick. She had always been confident in her ability to

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breath, more to herself than anyone else. The question lingered, unanswered, as she begrudgingly followed the others to

that led to this awkward dinner. She and Alexander had a

evident in her thoughts. In her version of the narrative, if Sophia hadn’t been a constant presence, their relationship might have evolved to a point where marriage was the next logical step. The “what-ifs” danced in

around the table. The dining room, usually a place of warmth and

palpable in every word. Sophia couldn’t help but feel a twinge of discomfort at the display of affection. She glanced at Alexander, who sat there like an unwilling participant, responding to Megan’s chatter with a distant

the clinking of silverware against plates created a discordant melody. Sophia tried to focus on her food, but Megan’s

thinking we could have a destination wedding,” Megan gushed, her eyes fixed on

casually. “Sure, whatever

the lack of enthusiasm in his response. It was as if he was going

on about color schemes and guest lists, the more Sophia felt like an intruder in this surreal tableau. She stole glances at Alexander, hoping for some sign

in a silent dance of awkward glances with Alexander. Each time their eyes met, an

the conversation. “Sophia, dear, what happened to you in London must have been terrible,” Caroline

topic, nodded. “Yes, but the important