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After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife Chapter 219 by GloryWrites

#219 “You will be Married to Alexander.”

Becky looked troubled by Sophia’s question. She opened the fridge and started rummaging in there, not looking for anything in particular, just giving herself time to think about how to answer.

The kitchen was dimly lit, the soft glow of the refrigerator casting shadows across the room. The faint hum of the appliance filled the air, a steady background noise punctuating the tense silence between the two women.

“Come on, tell me,” Sophia invited her, her voice echoing slightly in the quiet kitchen. “I have a right to know why you don’t like me.”

Becky’s fingers paused in their aimless search as she considered Sophia’s request. Her brow furrowed with uncertainty, betraying the turmoil of emotions swirling within her.

“Not that I don’t like you,” Becky sighed, her voice carrying a hint of resignation. “Just… what are you doing with Benjamin?”

Sophia’s laughter rang out, a bright contrast to the somber atmosphere. The sound seemed to bounce off the walls, momentarily breaking the tension in the room.

“Sorry, I think you got things wrong,” Sophia said, her laughter subsiding into a warm smile. “Me and Benjamin are brother and sister.”

Becky’s eyes widened in disbelief, her surprise evident in the way her gaze darted back and forth between Sophia’s face and the contents of the refrigerator.

“What?” Becky exclaimed, her voice tinged with incredulity. “Why, it doesn’t say anywhere that he has a sister, nor did he mention it.”

“Well… it’s complicated,” Sophia said, her tone tinged with amusement. ”

Come sit down, and I’ll tell you everything.”

Becky hesitated for a moment before crossing the kitchen to join Sophia on the sofa. The cushions sank beneath her weight as she settled in, her expression a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.

Sophia began recounting their convoluted story, her words filling the quiet space as she detailed their journey of discovery. She painted a vivid picture of the tangled web of relationships and scandals that had led them to this moment.

As Sophia spoke, Becky’s expression morphed from disbelief to shock, her features contorting with each new revelation. The kitchen seemed to shrink around them, the air thick with the weight of their shared secrets.

“In general, my life is a mess,” Sophia finished her story, her voice tinged with wry humor. “I also have a friend Alexander. You must have heard about him on the news.”

“To put it mildly. Now I understand why you are looking for information about your past,” Becky replied thoughtfully, her gaze fixed on Sophia’s face. “Benjamin and I will help you; we know the city well.”

“And I’ll help you get together with him,” Sophia said more quietly, a mischievous glint in her eye as she winked at Becky.

“Do you think he’ll like me?”

“Of course, Becky. You’re adorable, except when you’re scowling at me,” laughed Sophia.

A sleepy Benjamin entered the kitchen, his tousled hair and bleary eyes betraying his confusion at finding Sophia and Becky engaged in conversation at such a late hour.

“What are you doing in the middle of the night?” he asked, his voice heavy with sleep.

“We’re talking,” Sophia replied, a hint of playfulness in her tone. “But I have to go to bed, so I’ll leave you two.”

Sophia rose from her seat, a sense of purpose guiding her movements as she motioned for Becky to seize the opportunity and talk to Benjamin. Becky nodded her thanks, her expression a mix of nerves and determination.

As Sophia made her way back to her room, the weight of exhaustion settling over her, she felt a familiar pull toward her grandfather’s diary. With a sigh, she retrieved the worn leather-bound book from her bedside table, its pages holding the secrets of generations past.

“In the next part, dear Sophia, I will tell you about my first love,” she read aloud, her voice barely a whisper in the quiet room. “And if all goes according to plan, you will be married to Alexander. Let this story serve as advice to you that not everything is as simple in love as it seems.”

Sophia’s heart constricted at the words, a bittersweet mixture of longing and nostalgia flooding her senses. She traced the faded ink of her grandfather’s handwriting, each stroke a testament to the complexities of love and life.

“Grandpa, if you only knew,” she murmured, a wistful smile playing at her lips as tears prickled at the corners of her eyes.

In the morning, Sophia sat at the breakfast table, her fatigue evident from the late-night reading session, yet her determination to uncover the secrets within her grandfather’s diary remained steadfast. With the worn book in hand, she pored over its pages.

She didn’t understand the notes her grandfather left her between the stories. They always warned about something. Be careful in love, be careful who you trust, be careful who you share your secrets with, etc.

“Sophia, eat breakfast normally. Put that book down,” Benjamin told her.

Sophia was so captivated that she only waved her hand dismissively at him instead of answering.

As Benjamin urged her to eat breakfast and set aside the book, Sophia absentmindedly waved him off, her attention consumed by the tantalizing mystery before her.

“This song has something more to it,” Benjamin remarked, attempting to draw Sophia’s focus away from the diary.

Sophia’s interest was piqued by his words, momentarily diverting her attention from the diary. Music and art had been the topic of discussion throughout the morning, a welcome distraction from the weighty secrets hidden within the pages of her grandfather’s journal.

“You know, Benjamin, this song gives off an air of mystery,” Becky chimed in, her words resonating with Sophia’s thoughts. “It’s as if hidden messages are waiting to be discovered.”

Sophia’s curiosity reignited at Becky’s observation. Hidden messages… Perhaps her grandfather had embedded secrets within the diary itself, waiting to be unveiled.

With newfound determination, Sophia carefully examined the pages of the diary, holding them up to the light and gently rubbing the pages in search of any concealed clues. Her actions elicited puzzled looks from Benjamin and Becky, who watched her with a mixture of confusion and intrigue.

Then, a revelation struck Sophia like a bolt of lightning. She noticed that each chapter in the diary began with an underlined capital letter. Excitement surged through her veins as she hastily retrieved a sheet of paper and a pen, meticulously transcribing the letters from each chapter heading.

As she pieced together the jumble of letters, Sophia’s heart raced with anticipation. Could it be? Had her grandfather left her a hidden message within the pages of his diary?

With trembling hands, Sophia deciphered the letters, her eyes widening in disbelief as the message emerged before her. An address…

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After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife by GloryWrites

After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife by GloryWrites

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Status: Completed Type: Author: Native Language: English

Rumors spread about the city's wealthiest man, Alexander Stone, abandoning his wife after three years of a secret marriage to marry the daughter of a state senator for personal gain.

However, his wife surprised everyone by calmly modifying their divorce agreement to demand compensation for her husband’s failure to fulfill his duties as a husband. She is entitled to half of his company. And when the man offers a reward for her whereabouts, he puts himself in the hands of his top lawyer advisor, unknowingly she is the abandoned ex-wife who is set to take half of his company.

Chapter 1 "It Would Be On My Terms, Not Yours." "This is Mr. Stone’s divorce agreement, Mrs. Stone," Alexander Stone’s butler, Charles said as he handed a large manila envelope to Sophia. "Mrs. Stone, you have a three-day window to sign the agreement and vacate the premises." Charles watched Sophia with indifference, his demeanor calm as he spoke. Although Sophia had been anticipating this moment, her heart sank upon the mention of the divorce agreement. She glanced at Charles, accepted the envelope, and extracted the divorce agreement from within. "Ten million dollars of alimony as long as he never lays eyes on me again?" she scoffed, looking straight at Charles, whose expression remained inscrutable. "How can he possibly believe he can get away with such an absurd demand?" She continued reading, "In accordance with the terms of the divorce agreement, it is acknowledged that Sophia Stone has failed to fulfill her marital obligations for a period of three years. As a result, Alexander Stone reserves the right to initiate divorce proceedings." "This is ridiculous. How could I fulfill my duties when I couldn’t even see my so-called husband? He's never been under the same roof with me in three years." Sophia tossed the papers aside. What a mockery this made of her marriage. She felt like Alexander was shrugging her off. Like she was the water on a dog's back that he simply got rid of by shaking vigorously. She felt insulted. Three years ago, Sophia reluctantly entered a marriage arranged by her grandfather, who had laid out three tasks to her during this marriage: stay out of the public eye, assist Alexander in taking over Stone Enterprise, and be his unwavering support. Though the contractual stipulation that she remain invisible to the public eye always puzzled her, she had promised her grandfather to not disappoint him. She resigned from her powerful position at her own law firm, and tried to embrace her role as the low-profile wife of a CEO who never appeared in public. Alexander took over Stone Enterprise soon after they united, and then, he became the world champion in hide-and-seek. In the beginning, she tried to maintain a connection with her husband by preparing lunches and visiting his workplace. Yet, she soon realized that Alexander was either never at the office or too preoccupied to meet her. After six months of futile attempts, she accepted the bitter truth that fulfilling her grandfather's directives was impossible. She channeled her energy into developing her hobbies, all in her pursuit of self-improvement, persuading herself to see this period of respite as a relief from her life as a renowned lawyer and founder of the world-famous law firm. Yet, she refused to touch a single cent of the money he sent her. She had her own income, enough to lead a comfortable life until the end of her days She was certain that her marriage would eventually come to an end, but she was appalled by the way Alexander Stone twisted the narrative to paint her as the one who had failed in her marital duties. Sophia took a deep breath, resisting the urge to express her anger, and instead, she said sarcastically, “Well, where might my charming husband be today? As far as I can remember, a divorce agreement takes place between a husband and a wife, not a husband’s butler and a wife. Not to mention the fact that it’s an agreement and is thus supposed to include my terms as well, not just his.” Charles stiffened his posture and replied, "Mr. Stone is in town, most likely at his office.” "Oh? Is he alone, or was he accompanied by someone?" Sophia didn't say it directly, but her message was clear. “I cannot say for certain. All I can tell you is that he wishes for you to sign these papers, and he emphasized that he does not need to be present while you do so. That is precisely the way he prefers it." "As always, it's what Mr. Stone prefers. He didn't want to see me even at the end of our marriage, did he?" accused Sophia. Charles didn’t answer her retort, he simply bowed to her, then turned on his heels and began walking away. After the sound of his receding footsteps had vanished, Sophia picked up her phone and called Alexander's office number—the only contact information she had for him which she had never even used in their three years of marriage. She was determined to know what was going on with this agreement that treated her as if she were a doll to be manipulated. The phone kept ringing, but nobody picked up. She dialed again. Her patience and virtue had limits, and he was dancing dangerously close to those limits. On her third try, the call was finally answered. It was a young woman’s voice. "CEO's office." "Hello, I'd like to speak to Alexander." "Who’s speaking?" the woman asked abruptly. Sophia frowned when she heard the rude reply, but she kept her tone calm. "I'm his wife. You're not his secretary, are you?" The woman scoffed and didn’t even bother to answer her question. "Oh, I see. It's his ex-wife to be precise. What do you want with Alexander?" Sophia resisted the urge to get angry and said, "I have questions about the divorce terms he gave me." The dismissive voice on the other end of the line replied, "He won't answer you. His attitude is already clear in the divorce agreement. As a useless wife, he feels that he has already given you enough. What more do you want?" Sophia was especially caught by a couple of very specific words. "Useless wife? Is that what he said?" The woman continued to play on her nerves. "You shouldn't expect any more than what you’ve got. Just leave him. You didn’t deserve him anyway." As Sophia's frustration threatened to boil over, she suddenly heard the approach of a man's voice from the other end of the phone. Her heart raced in anticipation. "Emily, why are you answering my phone without permission? Stop being ridiculous!" The voice identified as Emily responded with an unsettlingly playful giggle. "Alex, your wife is calling you. She has some questions about the divorce agreement," she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm. Sophia couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh. So, this was the sordid truth behind the disintegration of their marriage – all for his mistress. Alexander hesitated, the silence stretching out agonizingly before he finally picked up the phone. His voice oozed with disdain and indifference as he coldly declared, "I no longer have the need to sustain this marriage. I have given you enough money, and there's no need for further discussion." Then, without a second thought, he hung up the phone. Sophia stayed with her phone attached to her ear for a few seconds after they had finished the conversation. Restless and agitated, Sophia paced around her living room, her frustration bubbling over. "Useless wife?" she muttered angrily. "What right does he have to call me that? He was never around as a husband, so what does he know about marriage?" The feeling of disgust and humiliation consumed her. "Is this really how he sees me? Tossed aside like an old, worn-out rag once I no longer serve his purpose?" Sophia had clung to hope in the early days of their marriage, telling herself that arranged marriages succeeded all the time. "If I shower him with love, patience, and unwavering support, hoping like an idiot he'll eventually see the powerful, intelligent, and remarkable woman I am," she murmured to herself the entire time. "And now this divorce papers," she grumbled, "With which he mocks me by throwing the blame on me, when he and only he is to blame." But she refused to be silenced, dismissed, or swayed by the lure of mere money. "If this is the callous attitude he wants to take," she vowed, "then he has another thing coming. I won't let him escape the consequences of this ill-fated marriage without a battle." After a few moments, she picked up the papers strewn across the floor. She read through them once again, her eyes narrowing with determination. "Dear, dear ex-husband," she muttered, a triumphant smile playing on her lips, "it's truly a shame you never bothered to get to know the real me. That's going to be the biggest mistake of your life." With a flourish, she tore the divorce agreement in half and tossed it into the trash can. "Ten million dollars?" she scoffed, addressing herself. "It's peanuts compared to the three years' worth of sacrifices I've put into this relationship.” "Ten million dollars as a tuition fee for the lesson I'm about to teach Alexander? Laughably inadequate," she proclaimed. "I can get this kind of money just from one case of my law firm." If we're going to get a divorce, it'll be on MY terms, not his.

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