After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

#216 “We are Together.”

Alexander was feeling the pressure mounting with each passing day. Despite his best efforts, the investigations into his past seemed to hit dead ends at every turn. His mother, too, was tirelessly combing through old documents at the vila, hoping to unearth some clue that could shed light on their predicament. But so far, their efforts had yielded nothing substantial.

Meanwhile, Alexander’s father continued to dominate the headlines, spinning tales of victimhood and falsely claiming that he had left because his life was in danger. The press lapped up his sensationalized version of events, leaving Alexander feeling increasingly frustrated and isolated.

Once again, Alexander found himself seated in front of a battery of microphones, facing a barrage of probing questions from reporters eager to uncover any hint of scandal.

“Mrs. Stone, is it true that your marriage to Sophia Johnson was arranged?” one reporter inquired, cutting straight to the heart of the matter.

“Yes,” Alexander admitted, his voice steady despite the weight of the question. “Our marriage was arranged, and as you know, it’s over.”

“But are you still with Miss Johnson?” the reporter persisted, her tone insistent.

I intend to stay with her,” Alexander asserted firmly. “We are together, and we will continue to be together. This has nothing to do

unsatisfied with his response,

opinions on the matter that your divorce was also a strategic move. So Miss Johnson has inherited almost half the

divorce was for other reasons, which I do not intend to discuss,” Alexander replied tersely, feeling his

now is yet another attempt to manipulate the business environment? “the reporter

the business environment if I married her again?” Alexander shot back,

come, each one more probing than the last. Alexander felt himself growing increasingly agitated, his nerves fraying under the relentless

Andrew Stone, your grandfather, did?” another reporter interjected, their words like

I will give a conference with all the information about the company. Then the truth will come

had no evidence other than his

fatal error. “You’re accusing your father of lying?” a reporter pressed, seizing on his slip of

out, his words echoing in the

had overstepped, but at that moment, he couldn’t bear

the press conference, he felt a whirlwind of emotions swirling inside him – anger, frustration, and a gnawing sense of dread. He knew he had mishandled