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 began, attempting

responded with a wry

overboard. I do not accept your marriage. I want this to be clear. Now let’s have dinner,”

back on them, instantly

off the lingering discomfort from Caroline’s blatant disapproval. While everyone else prepared for

betraying a sense of injustice. To Megan, it seemed like she was being unfairly measured against an invisible yardstick. She had always been

special about

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

Megan couldn’t help but replay the events that led

of the narrative, if Sophia hadn’t been a constant presence, their relationship might have evolved to a point where marriage was the

room, usually a place of warmth and shared laughter, felt oddly

wedding plans, her excitement palpable in every word. Sophia couldn’t help but feel a twinge of

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

have a destination wedding,” Megan gushed,

nodded casually.

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

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

found herself caught in a silent dance of awkward glances with Alexander. Each time their eyes

Megan’s constant chatter, decided to redirect the conversation. “Sophia, dear, what happened to you

“Yes, but the important thing