After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

#222 “If You Came to Gloat, Leave.”

In the morning, Alexander sat in his office, nursing a cup of coffee as he sifted through his emails, trying to focus on the tasks at hand. However, his concentration was shattered when Michael barged into his office without so much as a knock.

“Well, brother, our father has put on a terrible show for you,” Michael declared bluntly.

“If you came to gloat, leave, I have work to do,” Alexander retorted, his tone terse as he tried to keep his emotions in check.

“Exactly the opposite. I came to get involved,” Michael countered, his voice carrying a hint of urgency.

“What does that mean?” Alexander asked, turning his chair to face his brother fully, curiosity piqued by Michael’s unexpected offer of assistance.

Michael took the liberty of sitting down in the chair opposite Alexander, crossing his legs casually as he leaned back. “That son of a bitch has caused enough trouble since we were kids. I’m sick of watching him wreck. And even if I’m not your biggest fan, Alexander, I’m ready to help in whatever way I can, if only to send him back into the hole he crawled out of,” he explained, his eyes gleaming with determination.

Alexander raised an eyebrow, surprised by Michael’s uncharacteristic display of solidarity. “You know, Michael, on principle I would tell you to fuck yourself, but I think we both deserve revenge,” he admitted, a reluctant respect creeping into his tone.

“That’s my boy. Do you have an idea?” Michael leaned forward eagerly, his interest piqued by the prospect of taking down their father.

a proposal,” Alexander sighed, feeling the weight of

control the situation?” Michael asked, his tone edged with

that can prove he’s lying. Sophia is currently in London, chasing leads on her grandfather’s trail, piecing together parts of the puzzle,”

you don’t find anything?”

declared boldly, refusing to entertain

sarcasm. “You’ve never been one for

what’s wrong

shot back, his pride stung by

in clearing your name. I want to destroy him so thoroughly that he

you suggest? Are you finished criticizing?”

a great weakness. I say hit

Alexander countered,

play a trick on him, Alexander. Let him reveal himself,”

attention now,” Alexander replied,

the weathered pages of the second diary, while Benjamin’s admonishments filled the room like a heavy cloud. She listened to his tirade, his words a constant

scolded, his voice laced with frustration. “Do you realize that if you had been

voice tinged with defiance. She was tired of defending her actions, tired of being treated like a

jumping the fences? What if they had nothing?” Benjamin pressed on, his brow furrowed

the important thing,” Sophia retorted, her tone growing more assertive. “Now

frustration only seemed to escalate as Sophia