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.

with her,” Alexander asserted firmly. “We are together, and we will

seemed unsatisfied with his response, peppering him

strategic move. So Miss Johnson has

reasons, which I do not intend to discuss,” Alexander replied tersely, feeling

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

environment if I married

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

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

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

than his belief that

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

out, his words echoing in the

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

him – anger, frustration, and a gnawing sense