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After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife Chapter 220 by GloryWrites

#220 “The Past is Calling Me.”

Excitement filled the room as everyone gathered around the deciphered message revealed by Sophia.

“Trafalgar Square, London WC2N 5DN; Apollo and Daphne,” Sophia announced, her voice tinged with anticipation.

“Do you know what this place is?” she inquired, turning to her companions.

“That’s the address of the National Gallery,” Benjamin responded promptly, his eyes lighting up with recognition.

“And what about Apollo and Daphne?” Sophia pressed further, eager to unravel the mystery.

“It’s a painting,” Becky interjected.” I’ve heard of it before.”

Sophia’s mind raced with possibilities as she considered the significance of the message. Why would her grandfather lead her to a renowned painting in one of London’s most prestigious art galleries? What secrets could it hold?

“I think we should definitely check it out,” Sophia suggested, her voice filled with determination.

“But what do you expect to find there?” Benjamin questioned, his curiosity piqued.

Sophia hesitated, contemplating her response. “I’m not sure,” she admitted. “But there’s something about this painting, about Apollo and Daphne, that my grandfather wanted me to see.”

“Perhaps there’s a hidden message within the artwork itself,” Becky proposed, her eyes alight with excitement. “Art has a way of conveying truths that words cannot express.”

“Even if there is a hidden message, what are you going to do, Sophia, are you going to steal the painting?” Benjamin asked with a frown.

Sophia flashed him a mischievous grin. “If I have to,” she replied playfully, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

When they were in front of the gallery, Sophia’s phone rang. Sophia’s heart skipped a beat as she saw Alexander’s name flash across her phone screen. With a quick glance at Benjamin and Becky, who were eagerly waiting to enter the gallery, she stepped aside to take the call.

“Hello, love,” he greeted her, his voice filled with warmth.

“I watched your interview, and to be honest, Mr. Stone, I slept very well last night,” she confessed, a hint of mischief in her tone.

Alexander chuckled at her words. “Ah, did you see the end? Where I accuse my father of lying and claim to have proof? ” he asked, his voice tinged with amusement.

Sophia’s eyes widened in surprise. “My God, Alexander,” she exclaimed. “You acted with your head first, didn’t you?”

“You could say that, my love,” Alexander replied.

Sophia couldn’t help but feel a surge of admiration for her fiancé’s resilience in the face of adversity. “What should I do with you?” she teased, a smile playing on her lips. “But in all seriousness, things have taken a complicated turn.”

“What do you mean? Did you find any evidence? Because if so, at least I won’t look bad in front of the reporters for my stupid statement.” Alexander inquired, his tone shifting to one of concern.

Sophia sighed, her thoughts drifting to the events of the past few days. “Not yet, but I’m working on it,” she admitted.

She then proceeded to fill Alexander in on the discovery of her grandfather’s apartment and the enigmatic diaries that held clues to their family’s tangled history.

“And now you’re standing in front of the gallery?” Alexander surmised.

“Exactly,” Sophia confirmed, a sense of determination evident in her voice.

“I know you, Sophia. Please promise me you won’t do anything reckless or dangerous,” Alexander pleaded, his concern for her safety palpable even over the phone.

Sophia couldn’t help but smile at his heartfelt plea. “Don’t worry, I won’t,” she reassured him. “But for now, I have to go. The past is calling me.”

“Take care, love,” Alexander said tenderly before they bid each other farewell.

With a renewed sense of purpose, Sophia pocketed her phone and rejoined Benjamin and Becky, ready to uncover the secrets hidden within the walls of the National Gallery.

As soon as Sophia stepped into the gallery, she couldn’t help but notice Benjamin and Becky standing together, engrossed in a lively discussion about a painting. Their heads were bent close, their hands gesturing animatedly, and Sophia couldn’t help but smile at the sight.

Deciding to leave them to their conversation, Sophia approached one of the gallery attendants and inquired about the location of the painting Apollo and Daphne.

“Ah, yes, of course! Follow me, I’ll show you,” the attendant replied eagerly, motioning for Sophia to follow her.

Sophia followed the woman through the maze of corridors and halls until they reached the section of the gallery where the painting was displayed. As they approached, Sophia’s eyes were drawn to the majestic canvas, its colors vibrant and alive even after centuries.

“Wow, it’s stunning,” Sophia breathed, her gaze tracing the intricate details of the artwork.

The attendant smiled warmly at Sophia’s enthusiasm before launching into an explanation of the painting’s significance and the mythological tale it depicted.

As Sophia stood before the captivating painting of Apollo and Daphne, the gallery attendant began to unravel the tale depicted within the artwork.

“Well, you see, this painting depicts the mythological story of Apollo and Daphne,” the attendant began, her voice soft and melodic. “According to Greek mythology, Apollo, the god of music, poetry, and prophecy, became infatuated with the beautiful nymph Daphne. However, Daphne, fearing Apollo’s advances, prayed to the river god Peneus for help. In response to her prayers, Peneus transformed Daphne into a laurel tree to save her from Apollo’s pursuit.”

As the attendant spoke, Sophia found herself drawn deeper into the story, her imagination weaving vivid images of the mythological tale unfolding before her eyes.

“The painting captures the moment of transformation,” the attendant continued, gesturing towards the canvas. “You can see Apollo reaching out towards Daphne as she begins to transform into the laurel tree, her fingers elongating into branches, her hair becoming leaves. It’s a poignant depiction of the eternal struggle between love and destiny, desire and fate.”

As Sophia pondered the significance of the painting, she couldn’t shake the feeling that there was a deeper message hidden within the artwork, one that her grandfather had intended for her to uncover.

Perhaps, she thought, the story of Apollo and Daphne served as a metaphor for her own journey, a reminder of the eternal struggle between love and destiny, desire and fate. Just as Daphne had been transformed into a laurel tree to escape Apollo’s pursuit, Sophia wondered if her own life was being shaped by forces beyond her control.

Was her grandfather trying to warn her about the dangers of succumbing to desire, of chasing after something that was ultimately unattainable? Or was he urging her to embrace her destiny, to accept the path that fate had laid out for her, even if it meant sacrificing her own desires in the process?

Lost in thought, Sophia felt a sense of clarity wash over her. Whatever her grandfather’s intentions may have been, she knew that she had the strength and resilience to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

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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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