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?”

“Mr. Stone, can you tell the public what the real reason behind your marriage is? Is it love, or is it a merger of convenience between two powerful families? How do

speculative nature of the questions only served to distort the public’s perception of their relationship. She knew the

she could dwell further on the report, Benjamin re-entered the room, his demeanor slightly softened by what seemed to be a mix

TV. ” The lengths to which people will go to spin

off the television, her expression solemn. “It’s far from the truth. Alexander

defend your marriage to the press. But since it’s clear you’ve got a lot

sensed this was her opening, a precarious opportunity to delve into the heart of their familial estrangement and perhaps uncover

way toward the dining room, the front door creaked open to reveal a young woman stepping into the entrance hall. Her presence was immediately commanding, 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 neutral expression quickly shifted

just leaving,” the woman said, her tone taking on a notably warmer, almost affectionate quality as she addressed him. She turned to Sophia, offering a brisk

mask her surprise at the sudden chill in the air. “Sophia,” she replied, her voice

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

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

got the better of her. “Was Becky being cold because

up to having a genuine conversation. “Becky? Oh, she’s my new secretary,” he explained, his tone casual, almost dismissive. “As for her attitude, let’s not worry about that. People react in all

of dwelling on the opinions of others, especially when those opinions were shaped by sensationalized reports. However, she