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.

Megan began, attempting to break the

with a wry

this to be

back on them, instantly grabbing Sophia’s arm.

room felt tense as Megan tried to shake off the lingering discomfort from Caroline’s blatant disapproval. While everyone else

a sense of injustice. To Megan, it seemed like she was being unfairly measured against an invisible yardstick. She had always been confident in her ability to navigate social dynamics, but the cold reception

so special about her,

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

help but replay the events that led to this

silently, the bitterness evident in her thoughts. In her version of the narrative, if Sophia hadn’t been a

usually a place of warmth and shared laughter,

palpable in every word. Sophia couldn’t help but feel a twinge of discomfort at the display of affection. She glanced

passed around, the clinking of silverware against plates created a discordant melody. Sophia tried to focus on

we could have a destination wedding,” Megan gushed, her eyes fixed on him as if awaiting

seemingly indifferent, nodded casually. “Sure, whatever you

but notice the lack of enthusiasm in his response. It was as if he was going through the motions, detached from the wedding planning whirlwind that Megan was

like an intruder in this surreal tableau. She stole glances at Alexander, hoping for some sign of discomfort, but his poker

dance of awkward glances with Alexander. Each time their eyes

dear, what happened to you in London must have been terrible,”

in topic, nodded. “Yes, but the important thing is that it’s over,” she