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

wry

I want this to be clear. Now let’s have dinner,” Caroline

Alexander, a hint of frustration in his voice. Caroline turned her back on them, instantly

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 social dynamics, but the cold reception from

so special

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

but replay the events that led to this awkward dinner.

barged in,” Megan mused silently, the bitterness evident in her thoughts. In her version of the narrative, if Sophia hadn’t been a constant presence, their

air as everyone gathered around the table. The dining room, usually a place of warmth and

excitement palpable in every word. Sophia couldn’t help but feel a

around, the clinking of silverware against plates created a discordant melody. Sophia tried to focus on her food, but Megan’s animated descriptions of floral arrangements and venue choices

destination wedding,” Megan gushed, her eyes fixed on him as

casually. “Sure,

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

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

caught in a silent dance of awkward glances

constant chatter, decided to redirect the conversation. “Sophia, dear, what happened to you in London must

“Yes, but the important thing is