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.”

calling because you think you can sway the fate of

anger so potent she nearly revealed her true feelings. However, she reined in her emotions, responding with a feigned sweetness that masked her brewing storm. “No, I have no such

what prompts this

saw you on 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, hoping to entice

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

his tone dripping with cockiness. “With your father

“Perhaps…”

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

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

need to meet. There are many

for the Stone Enterprise or

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

for dinner tomorrow

each word coated in an icy veneer of contempt that she fought hard to

Caroline hung up the phone, her hands still trembling from the nerve-wracking conversation. She immediately dialed Alexander, who picked

the villa tomorrow night,” Caroline

“We’re all set on this end. The cameras

angle was covered,