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?”

about his past, his work, or his family. That’s why I thought, ‘Well I’ll take

it! The best revenge is

his lips. “Noted. And speaking of

can’t understand this boyfriend

a swig of his drink. “What can I tell you, men are like

but he’s

like a good boy. Maybe there’s a good reason he’s not introducing you to his

If you love something enough, you have to give it unreserved trust. But I think it’s just a

puts down his glass and turns

me a little more about him,” he prompts, but his expression still looks thoughtful. “How

well, he’s quite tall, at least 6’7, always wears suits, has brown warm eyes, and a small scar on his shoulder.

watched their conversation

his favorite movie by

hesitation. Sandro laughs. He laughs so hard that Sophia

Sandro finishes with a laugh. Sophia, unable to contain her curiosity, chimes in, “Wait, how do you know about Kyle’s favorite

toward them, revealing a picture of a younger Sandro and Kyle at a concert, singing along to the Red Hot Chili

the day. We practically

says, “That’s incredible. That

joins Sandro’s laughter. She can’t believe

“Kyle Vennillia,” Sandro says.

him?”

We practically grew up together, shared secrets, and, oh boy, we fought like siblings. You know, the whole

couldn’t help but question, “Wait, you introduced

him. We raised him like our child and he was like my little

the revelation, couldn’t contain her grin. “Kyle never mentioned you. What’s the