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.

you,” Megan began, attempting to break the

responded with a wry smile

go overboard. I do not accept your marriage. I want this to be clear. Now let’s have dinner,” Caroline announced with a decisive

voice. Caroline turned her back on them, instantly grabbing Sophia’s arm. Megan glanced at Alexander, but he deliberately avoided her

tried to shake off the lingering discomfort from Caroline’s blatant disapproval. While everyone else prepared for dinner, Megan couldn’t help but stew in a cocktail of resentment and

betraying 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

so special about

her breath, more to herself than anyone else. The question

events that led to

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

dinner filled the air as everyone gathered around the table. The dining room, usually a place of warmth and shared laughter, felt oddly strained tonight. Sophia couldn’t quite put her finger

held onto Alexander’s hand like a prized possession. She babbled on incessantly about wedding plans, her excitement 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

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

a destination wedding,” Megan gushed,

indifferent, nodded casually. “Sure, whatever you

help but notice the lack of enthusiasm in his response. It was as if he was going through

like an intruder in this surreal tableau. She stole glances at Alexander, hoping

Sophia found herself caught in a silent dance of awkward glances with Alexander. Each time their eyes met, an unspoken tension lingered

tired of Megan’s constant chatter, decided to redirect the conversation. “Sophia, 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