As the sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow over the reception venue, Sophia and Alexander found themselves enveloped in a whirlwind of joy and celebration. The air was alive with the melodious laughter of friends and family, their voices weaving together in a harmonious chorus of love and support. Sophia's heart swelled with gratitude as she looked around the beautifully adorned reception hall. Delicate fairy lights danced among lush floral arrangements, casting an ethereal glow over the festivities. Soft music filled the air, its gentle melodies serving as the perfect backdrop for the evening's enchantment. "Can you believe this, Alexander?" Sophia whispered, her eyes sparkling with wonder. "We're finally married!" Alexander's gaze softened as he took in the scene before them, his heart brimming with joy. "It feels like a dream, Sophia," he replied, his voice tinged with awe. "A beautiful dream come true." As guests approached to offer their congratulations,
"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 divo
Three days had elapsed since Alexander Stone had dispatched Charles to deliver the divorce papers. He paced back and forth within the confines of his opulent corner office, boasting a panoramic view of the city skyline. He was waiting for a consequence. And he was not surprised to get the result he expected. He knew that his soon-to-be ex-wife would sign the papers. He offered a very generous price for this transaction, far higher than what she has paid in this marriage, but of course, she is taking the full three days to finish this sham of a marriage. A soft knock at the door preceded Laura's entrance. Laura, a trusted employee who had taken on the role of Alexander's secretary, held an envelope containing the divorce decree, laying it delicately on the polished surface of his desk. "She signed and has moved out," Laura announced simply, her tone carrying an air of finality. “Of course. She should be.” Alexander replied. "It's about damn time," Emily Williams, a Branch Manager
"Mr. Stone, what can you tell us about your current situation with the Senator's daughter?" A reporter yelled at Alex the moment he stepped out of the courthouse; the blinding sunlight assaulted his dark green eyes. The scene before him was chaotic, with reporters swarming like a hive of bees. Flashing cameras momentarily blinded him, and microphones were thrust into his face, each reporter vying for his attention. Amidst the frenzy, their questions bombarded him like a relentless onslaught. "Is there any truth to you marrying the daughter of a Senator?" one reporter demanded. Another chimed in, "Can you finally reveal the name of your ex-wife?" The questions grew more personal and invasive. "How long have you been having an affair?" and "What can you tell us about the divorce agreement?" echoed through the air. Alexander's patience began to wear thin as he pushed his way through the crowd. He remained silent as he was in no mood to answer any reporter's questions, especially ones
"I am telling you she is coming in today," a man in a black striped suit whispers urgently as he briskly passes the reception desk at Johnson and Associates Law Firm."There is no way. She hasn't been in for over three years. Why today?" the woman seated at the reception desk whispers.Another woman, with an air of curiosity, approaches the desk and leans in, her voice hushed. "I heard she had a major something happen, which is why she is returning.""Well, I heard that major something is that she lost a lot of money in some sort of deal," the man murmurs back, sharing the gossip.At that precise moment, the sleek chrome doors of the elevator swish open, revealing Sophia Johnson stepping out with an air of confidence. Her face remains impassive and composed as she looks discerning at the employees gathered around the reception desk."Yes, I'm back," she remarks, her words seeping with authority. The employees quickly disperse, sensing the power that emanates from her presence. Sophia
The banquet hall exudes an enchanting aura, adorned with vibrant emerald greens and pristine whites, the traditional colors for a momentous twentieth anniversary celebration. Despite Sophia's initial rejection of Alexander's invitation in her office, she acknowledges the significance of his company for her future endeavors and decides to attend.Even though three years have passed since Sophia last donned formal attire, she remains well-versed in the art of making a grand entrance. Her figure-hugging Alexander McQueen black dress accentuates every curve flawlessly, while the embellished bustier emits a subtle radiance, captivating the attention of onlookers. As she strides into the resplendent banquet hall, Sophia's gaze scans the room, eventually resting upon Alexander, who stands near one of the bars, observing her intently.Sophia offers a mere nod in Alexander's direction before purposefully steering herself in the opposite direction, determined to forge her own path.Making her
Sophia couldn't help but chuckle softly, finding the situation absurd. How could she win a lawsuit against herself and regain shares after finalizing their divorce? It seemed ridiculous. But she had to find a way to use this situation to her advantage. Putting on a fake smile, Sophia returned the divorce papers to Alexander, "This contract is flawless. I can't find any loopholes. I won't be able to assist you in reclaiming your shares." Undeterred by Sophia's response, Alexander retrieved a checkbook from his suit pocket. "If you need money, how much would be an acceptable consultation fee? I'll write the check for you." Glancing at the open checkbook, Sophia replied, her tone firm. "Whether or not I accept your consultation has nothing to do with money." The flush on Alexander's face grew more prominent as anger coursed through him. He attempted to steady his voice as he spoke, "Ms. Johnson, tell me your price. Everyone has a price." Taking a step toward Sophia, Alexander corner
"I'm sorry, what was that?" Alexander asked, visibly shifting so Emily's head no longer rested on him.Sophia took a deep breath, composing herself once more. Emotions had no place in her plans, and she reminded herself of the task at hand."Nothing," Sophia replied calmly. "I think I'll be heading home now.""Really?" Emily chimed in, her voice laced with fake concern. "The party is just getting started.""Umm, Emily," Alexander interjected, "Why don't you go back in? I'll join you in just a moment."Emily glared at Alexander, clearly disgruntled, but obediently turned to leave. Sophia couldn't help but watch as Alexander's eyes followed Emily down the hallway.Once Emily was out of earshot, Alexander turned his attention back to Sophia. "My family and Emily's family have been close friends for many years. She's very ambitious but naive. I brought her into my company after she graduated from the University of Chicago last year. It was a way