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After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife Chapter 175 by GloryWrites

#175 “After Abandoning Us?”

Alexander’s fists clenched at his sides, his jaw set in a steely line as he glared at the man who had once been his father. He had not seen or heard from the man in years, and the sight of him now only served to reignite the smoldering embers of resentment that had long simmered within Alexander’s heart.

“What do you want?” Alexander demanded, his voice tinged with a simmering fury.

His father’s grin widened further, a wicked gleam flickering in his eyes. I’ve come to collect what’s rightfully mine,” he declared, his tone laced with arrogance.

Alexander’s brow furrowed in confusion. “What are you talking about?

His father’s expression hardened, his gaze boring into Alexander with a chilling intensity. “You know exactly what I’m talking about, son. It’s time you gave me my share of Stone Enterprise.”

Alexander’s eyes blazed with indignation. “You think you’re entitled to something after all these years? After abandoning us?”

His father’s lips curled into a scornful sneer. “I didn’t abandon anyone, Alexander. It was your grandfather who drove me away, who destroyed my life.”

Alexander’s blood ran cold at his father’s words. “You blame Grandfather for your own mistakes? That’s absurd. You’ve always been quick to shift the blame onto others instead of owning up to your own failures.”

His father’s smirk twisted into a snarl of contempt. “You may think you know everything, Alexander, but you have no idea what I’ve been through. And now it’s time for the Stone family to pay for what they’ve done to me.”

As Alexander stood in his doorway, facing his estranged father, a myriad of emotions swirled within him. Anger, suspicion, and a lingering sense of betrayal warred for dominance as he met his father’s calculating gaze.

“And how do you expect that to happen?” Alexander’s voice was terse, his tone laced with skepticism.

“Invite me to your apartment and we’ll talk,” his father replied smoothly, a hint of smugness tainting his words.

Reluctance gnawed at Alexander’s insides, but begrudgingly, he acquiesced. With a heavy sigh, he unlocked the door and gestured for his father to enter. As they stepped inside, the air seemed to thicken with tension, the weight of unresolved issues hanging heavy between them.

Seated at the table, the two men faced each other across its polished surface, their silence a palpable barrier that stretched between them.

“Speak,” Alexander commanded his voice a low rumble of authority.

*

As Sophia and Benjamin carefully inserted the key into the lock of the old safe, a sense of anticipation hung thick in the air. With a soft click, the heavy door swung open, revealing a trove of secrets hidden within its depths.

Inside, nestled amongst stacks of documents and folders, lay a treasure trove of information waiting to be unearthed. Sophia’s heart quickened with excitement as she reached for the nearest folder, her fingers trembling with anticipation.

The first folder she opened was labeled “Venillia Family,” and as she leafed through its contents, her eyes widened in astonishment. The documents detailed a complex web of connections, linking Sandro’s father and Kyle’s father to the same Mafia family. It seemed that Sandro’s father had once been deeply entrenched in the criminal underworld, but had since left the Mafia to pursue legitimate business ventures in the United States.

Sophia’s grandfather, she discovered, had played a pivotal role in Sandro’s father’s transition from crime to commerce. As a formidable business consultant in his youth, he had lent his expertise to help establish Sandro’s father’s legitimate business empire. However, in doing so, he had unwittingly stumbled upon some of the Mafia’s most closely guarded secrets.

Sophia’s father, Judge Johnson, had also come into contact with the dark underbelly of organized crime during his tenure on the bench. In a landmark case, he had personally sentenced a high-ranking member of the Mafia, earning himself a place on their list of enemies.

The truth behind her father’s tragic car accident was finally laid bare as well. It had been a retaliation by the Mafia, a ruthless act of vengeance designed to silence him once and for all.

Sophia’s blood ran cold as she absorbed the gravity of the revelations before her. The pieces of the puzzle were finally falling into place, connecting her family’s past to the present dangers that loomed over her.

“What did you find?” Benjamin asked, seeing the shocked face of Sophia.

Sophia’s hands trembled as she clutched the documents, her mind reeling from the shocking revelations they contained. With a heavy heart, she turned to Benjamin, her eyes reflecting the turmoil within her.

“I… I don’t even know where to begin,” she whispered, her voice barely audible above the tumultuous thoughts racing through her mind.

As Benjamin leaned in closer, concern etched on his features, Sophia took a deep breath, steeling herself to share the truth she had uncovered.

“My grandfather… he was more deeply involved with the Mafia than I ever could have imagined,” she began, her words tinged with disbelief. “He helped Sandro’s father transition from a life of crime to one of legitimate business, but in doing so, he stumbled upon some of the Mafia’s most closely guarded secrets.”

Benjamin’s eyes widened in shock, his brow furrowing as he processed the implications of Sophia’s words.

“And my father,” Sophia continued, her voice trembling with emotion, ” he… he crossed paths with the Mafia during his time as a judge. He sentenced a high-ranking member of the organization, and… and they retaliated by causing the car accident that took his life.”

A heavy silence descended upon the room as Benjamin absorbed the gravity of Sophia’s revelations. The weight of the truth hung heavily between them, casting a shadow over their newfound understanding of the dangers they faced.

“What do we do now?” Benjamin asked his voice barely a whisper in the stillness of the room.

Sophia’s mind raced with possibilities, but one thing was clear: they couldn’t afford to ignore the threat that loomed over them any longer.

“We have to find out what else they’re hiding,” she said, her tone resolute.” We need to uncover the truth behind these secrets before it’s too late.”

And with that, she reached for the next folder labeled: Stone Enterprise.

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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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