After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

#227 “You’ve Done What?”

Caroline dialed Nelson’s number with trembling hands, her heartbeat erratic and loud in her ears. She detested the manipulative plan her son had concocted, yet she knew it was a necessary evil to safeguard his future.

The weight of their shared past, filled with familial blunders and business betrayals, weighed heavily on her conscience. She felt compelled to assist, to somehow right the wrongs that had ensnared her son Alexander in this unsavory situation.

When Nelson Stone’s voice crackled through the receiver, it carried a hint of uncertainty, a rare crack in his usually composed demeanor.

“Caroline, is that you?”

“I see you still have my number, Nelson,” she replied, her voice steadier than she felt.

His laughter boomed through the phone, rich and unsettling. “I see you haven’t forgotten mine either, Caroline.

“That’s just how it turns out.”

you can sway the fate

she reined in her emotions, responding with a feigned sweetness that masked her brewing storm. “No, I have no

what prompts

the news, Nelson… you’re just as I remember. Your hair, those piercing eyes. I can’t even fathom why I’m calling…” She let her words trail off,

heavy silence hung between them, stretching taut as Caroline held her breath, praying that

me tell you why you’re calling, Caroline,” Nelson began, his tone dripping with cockiness. “With your father no longer here to interfere, perhaps you’re pondering what could have been between

“Perhaps…”

thick with arrogance. “Oh, Caroline, I always knew our love wasn’t something to simply fade into the

back a retort, her efforts to maintain a calm, neutral tone nearly undone by his

we need to meet. There are many unresolved issues lingering between

for the Stone Enterprise

care about that,” she interrupted, her voice rising in a rare display of defiance. “I want to see you. For years I did everything correctly. I obeyed my father, I allowed him to banish you, and now look at this mess with the company. I’m exhausted, Nelson. I’m tired of always choosing the right path-I just want to find some semblance of

dinner tomorrow night,”

you, always,” Caroline responded, each word coated in an icy veneer of contempt that she

Nelson, Caroline hung up the phone, her hands still trembling from the

settled. He’s coming to the villa tomorrow night,” Caroline said, her voice a mix of determination and

The cameras are installed in

felt a small surge of relief, knowing that every angle was covered, but