After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

#122 “Kyle Vennillia is My Cousin.”

Evelyn, Sandro, and Sophia were headed to the VIP lounge when suddenly Evelyn couldn’t contain her amusement. Laughter bubbled up from within her, and she couldn’t help but share her thoughts.

“What’s wrong?” Sophia inquired, a playful smile on her lips.

Evelyn, still chuckling, replied, “Excuse me, but I couldn’t help but notice that you’ve been saved not once but twice by a man named Alexander. I just couldn’t resist making the connection.”

Sophia shook her head, joining in the laughter. “That was just my luck.”

Sandro, who had been casually walking alongside them, decided to join the banter. “I’m actually half Italian, so my name is spelled with two S’s. That way, it’ll be easier for you to distinguish between us.”

Sophia and Evelyn burst into laughter again, the unexpected twist adding to the already vibrant evening. Sandro, with a twinkle in his eye, enjoyed the lighthearted exchange.

As they reached the entrance of the VIP lounge, they found themselves standing in front of a rope, a symbolic barrier between the ordinary and the exclusive. Sandro nodded to the imposing guards stationed there, a silent signal of approval. The guards, recognizing the owner of the casino hotel, swiftly lifted the rope, granting them access to the VIP haven.

With a casual yet confident demeanor, Sandro led the way, and they stepped into the VIP lounge, leaving behind the bustling casino floor. The transition was palpable, the noise fading into the background as they entered a world of plush seating, soft lighting, and an elevated sense of refinement.

Sandro, with an easygoing charm, ordered a round of drinks for the trio. As the glasses arrived, they clinked together in a casual toast.

“Cheers to unexpected encounters,” Sandro said, lifting his glass.

“Cheers!” Sophia and Evelyn echoed, sipping their drinks.

The conversation flowed effortlessly. Sophia and Evelyn shared tales of their adventures, sparing no detail. Laughter erupted as they recounted some of their more comical escapades, adding a touch of humor to the cozy corner of the lounge.

Evelyn, feeling the warmth of the moment, decided to tell her side of the story. “You know, this whole trip was a bit of a rebellion for me. I came to Vegas to spite my boyfriend, Kyle.”

Sandro raised an eyebrow, a mischievous grin forming. “Tell me, Evelyn. What did Kyle do to deserve the wrath of a trip to Vegas?”

off. He never tells me anything about his past, his work, or his family. That’s why I thought,

is a life well-lived. Take note, Sandro. Spiteful trips are the way to

leaned back, a smirk playing on his lips. “Noted. And speaking of Kyle, I actually know Kyle.

Evelyn laughs. “I just can’t understand this boyfriend of mine. Why is he surrounded by this

are like that. And why

it pisses me off, but he’s funny, kind, and

good boy. Maybe there’s a good

only hope. Because his intentions seem serious. He always tells me: If you love something enough,

at Evelyn’s words. He puts down his glass and

him,” he prompts,

warm eyes, and a small scar on his shoulder. He didn’t even tell me anything about how he got this

watched their conversation confused; she

his favorite movie by any chance…”

Sandro laughs. He laughs so

a laugh. Sophia, unable to contain her curiosity, chimes in, “Wait, how do you know

screen toward them, revealing

huge fans back in the day. We practically lived

revelation, says, “That’s incredible. That is

realizing the connection runs deeper, ties things up and joins Sandro’s laughter.

“Kyle Vennillia,” Sandro says.

do you know him?” Evelyn questions with

spark of nostalgia in them. “Kyle Vennillia is my cousin. We practically grew up together, shared secrets, and,

question, “Wait, you introduced yourself as Alessandro Vitali. How

We raised him like our child and he was like my little brother. It’s a wild story, but everything

mentioned you. What’s the deal? Why did his parents entrust him