After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

#28 “You Can Trust Me.”

Sophia briefly glances at Alexander, attempting to read his emotions, but her main focus remains on the driver navigating the challenging road and weather conditions. With a polite nod, she refrains from probing further or pushing for more information.

Alexander takes a moment to reflect, seemingly contemplating his choice of words about Michael. However, as he begins to speak, his words flow resolutely.

“Let me be clear, Michael is far from being a kind individual,” he confesses, his words deliberate and unwavering. We harbor unresolved conflicts from our history. I strongly advise you to keep your distance from him.”

Recognizing the potential impact of his authoritative delivery, he swiftly interjects, “To put it mildly, I strongly urge you to stay away from him. Believe me when I say it is genuinely in your best interest.”

Sophia shifts her attention from the road to Alexander, offering him a reassuring smile. However, deep down, she knows she won’t be heeding his advice. He is the last person she would ever take advice from.

As her focus returns to the road, Alexander’s concern becomes more transparent. Breaking the silence, he asks, “Is everything okay? You seem… off.”

Sophia takes a moment to gather her thoughts before responding. She appreciates his concern but can’t shake off her emotions entirely. “It’s just the storm,” she replies, her voice steady despite the lingering unease. “I’ll be alright.”

have to pretend with me, you know,” he says, his tone softens. “If something is

“It’s just… the thunderstorms have always made me

silence for a moment. The rain continues to drum against the car’s roof,

her voice softer. “But I’ll be okay. It’s

care. But before Sophia can answer, the blinding headlights of an approaching car beam directly into their vehicle. The sudden brightness startles her, and her heart leaps into her throat, pounding

growing panic. “I can feel your heart racing,” Alexander says,

respond. She merely shakes her head, holding on

rain continues to pour relentlessly, further obscuring their vision. The sound of raindrops on the car roof is

steady and calming. He gently squeezes her hand as if

them. The vehicle swerves past at the

touch bringing a sense of warmth and safety. Whispering with a mix of nervousness and concern, he

mix of emotions flooding through her fear, vulnerability, and gratitude. She nods, finding her voice again. “Yes,

in the scent of rain and the warmth of Alexander’s embrace. Gradually, her heart rate begins to slow, and she starts

their journey, the storm outside continues

to steady, and a sense of calm washes over her. But then, a sudden realization hits her – their position feels overly intimate, especially

asks, “Is it the storm? Is it something from your past? Do you have any traumatic memories that the