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?”

reason behind your marriage is? Is it love, or is

surge of indignation. The media’s portrayal was far from the truth, and the speculative nature of the questions only served to

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

Benjamin remarked, nodding toward the TV. ” The lengths to which people will go to spin a

solemn.

marriage to the press. But since it’s clear you’ve got a lot on your plate, let’s sit down and

to engage, Sophia sensed this was her opening, a precarious opportunity to delve into the heart of their

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

her tone taking on a notably warmer, almost affectionate quality as she addressed him. She turned to Sophia, offering a brisk nod.

trying to mask her surprise at the sudden chill in the air. “Sophia,” she

didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Nice to meet you,” she said, though the politeness felt forced. Turning back to Benjamin, her demeanor shifted

made her exit, her 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 an unsettling

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

he was warming 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

the opinions of others, especially when those opinions were shaped by sensationalized reports. However, she couldn’t shake