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?”

work, or his family. That’s why I thought, ‘Well I’ll take myself on a trip to give him the

clapping her hands. “I love it! The best revenge is a life well-lived. Take note, Sandro. Spiteful trips are the way to

And speaking

Evelyn laughs. “I just can’t understand this boyfriend of mine. Why

are like that. And why

true that it pisses me off, but he’s funny, kind,

good boy. Maybe there’s a good reason

Because his intentions seem serious. He always tells me: If you love something enough, you have to give it unreserved trust.

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

a little more about him,” he prompts, but his expression still looks

well, he’s quite tall, at least 6’7, always wears suits, has brown warm eyes, and a small scar on his shoulder. He didn’t

say?” replies Sandro thoughtfully. Sophia watched their conversation confused; she did not

by any chance…”

He laughs so hard that Sophia and Evelyn exchange

his favorite song is ‘ Californication,”” Sandro finishes with a laugh. Sophia, unable to contain her curiosity, chimes in, “Wait, how do

few times. He turns the screen toward them, revealing a picture of a younger Sandro and Kyle at a concert, singing along to the Red Hot

and I were huge fans back in the day. We practically lived for their

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

Sandro’s

“Kyle Vennillia,” Sandro says.

you know him?”

Vennillia is my cousin. We practically grew up

leaning in with intrigue, couldn’t help but question, “Wait, you introduced yourself as Alessandro Vitali.

We raised him like our child and he was

never mentioned you. What’s the deal? Why did his parents