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.

meet you,” Megan

wry

marriage. I want this to be

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

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

of injustice. To Megan, it seemed like she was being unfairly measured against an invisible

so special

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

couldn’t help but replay the events that led to this

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

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

the provocateur, 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

Sophia tried to focus on her food, but Megan’s animated descriptions of

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

casually. “Sure, whatever you

as if he was going through the motions, detached from

schemes and guest lists, the more Sophia felt like an intruder in this surreal tableau. She

the evening wore on, Sophia found herself caught in a silent dance of awkward glances with Alexander.

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

but the important thing is that it’s over,”