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.

“We are together, and we will

seemed unsatisfied with his response, peppering him with

opinions on the matter that your divorce was also a strategic move. So Miss Johnson has inherited almost half the company,” another journalist chimed in, her words dripping with

intend to discuss,” Alexander

now is yet another attempt to manipulate the business environment? “the reporter pressed on, her

married her again?” Alexander

last. Alexander felt himself

how are you going to justify what Andrew Stone, your grandfather, did?” another reporter interjected, their words like

already said, I will give a conference with all the information about the company. Then the truth will come out,” Alexander replied, his voice

making a mistake. He had no evidence other than his belief that his grandfather was innocent. And he hoped to find some

made a fatal error. “You’re accusing your father of lying?” a reporter

blurted out, his words echoing in

he had overstepped, but at that moment, he couldn’t bear to face another question. As he stormed out of the room, he couldn’t shake the sinking feeling that he had just made a bad situation even

a gnawing sense of dread. He knew he had mishandled the situation, and now the consequences of his words hung heavy in the