After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

#213 “I See. I Won’t Impose Any Further.”

As Sophia stood at the doorstep of Benjamin’s home, the moment he opened the door, his expression was a clear testament to his reluctance. His gaze, devoid of warmth, seemed to assess her as if she were a stranger rather than a sibling. Sophia, however, had braced herself for this. The lack of a welcoming smile did not deter her; the opportunity to mend fences was worth enduring the initial chill.

“Come in,” Benjamin said, stepping aside with a curt motion. His tone was as cool as the London air swirling in from behind her.

Sophia stepped inside, her heart pounding but her resolve steady. Thank you for agreeing to see me, Benjamin. I know this might be awkward, but…”

Benjamin cut her off with a terse wave of his hand. “Let’s not do this in the doorway. I have someone else coming. Wait in the living room.”

Despite the brusqueness of his invitation, Sophia was grateful for the chance to have this conversation. She nodded and moved to the living room. As she sat down, her eyes were drawn to the TV, where a news report was playing. The focus was on Alexander, and the anchor was not holding back.

“With the recent developments swirling around the Stone family, questions are now being raised about Alexander Stone’s motives in marrying Sophia Johnson. Critics argue that this union is nothing more than a strategic move to consolidate more power and influence in the business world. Is this a genuine relationship, or are we seeing a calculated alliance designed to outmaneuver rivals and secure a greater share of the market?”

love, or is it a merger of convenience between two powerful families? How do you respond to allegations that your

The media’s portrayal was far from the truth, and the speculative nature of the questions only served to distort the public’s perception of their relationship. She knew the love between her and Alexander was real,

could dwell further on the report, Benjamin re-entered the room, his demeanor slightly softened by what

nodding toward the TV. ” The

solemn.

hand, signaling her to stop. “I didn’t bring you here to talk about your boyfriend or defend your marriage to the press. But since it’s clear you’ve got a lot on your plate, let’s sit down and address

his voice had cracked slightly, giving way to a hint of willingness to engage, Sophia sensed this was her opening, a precarious

with a confident air about her and curves that she seemed all too aware of how to accentuate. The woman caught sight of Sophia and her initial

warmer, almost affectionate quality as she addressed him. She turned

her surprise at the sudden chill in the

moment longer, her lips curving into a semblance of a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Nice to meet you,” she said, though the politeness felt forced. Turning back to Benjamin, her demeanor shifted dramatically; she was all smiles and

departure leaving a lingering question in the air. Sophia couldn’t help but wonder if Becky’s less-than-warm reception of her was influenced by the media reports circulating about her and Alexander. It was

Sophia’s curiosity got the better of her. “Was Becky being cold because of what she’s heard in the news?”

a sign that perhaps he was warming up to having a genuine conversation. “Becky? Oh, she’s my new secretary,” he explained, his tone casual, almost

understanding the futility of dwelling on the opinions of others, especially when those opinions were shaped by sensationalized reports. However, she couldn’t shake off the feeling