After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

#30 “Are You in A Relationship?”

The soft morning light filters into the room, gently coaxing Sophia awake in Alexander’s apartment. The previous night’s events still echo in her thoughts as she opens her eyes, taking in her surroundings within the guest room’s comforting embrace.

As the remnants of sleep recede, Sophia’s senses come alive to the peculiar quietness of the apartment. She wonders where Alexander might be. With a quiet and curious determination, she softly opens the bedroom door and peers into the hallway, calling his name with a gentle tone.

“Alexander?” she murmurs, her voice echoing in the space. The scent of sizzling bacon suddenly wafts towards her, pulling her in a specific direction. She follows the mouthwatering aroma, allowing it to guide her toward the source.

The kitchen greets her with the promise of a delicious morning meal. A meticulously arranged breakfast is laid out on the granite countertop- scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, and fresh fruit presented on a plate. Adjacent to the plate lies a note capturing her attention. She reaches for it, her fingers lightly brushing the paper as she reads the message:

Enjoy breakfast, and take your time. I had to leave early for work-Alexander.

A smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she absorbs his considerate gesture. With the sun casting its warmth and light throughout the apartment, she is drawn to the allure of a leisurely morning on the terrace.

Sophia prepares a cup of coffee, the aroma mingling with the scent of her breakfast, and carries both to the inviting outdoor space. As she settles onto a comfortable chair, the sun’s embrace envelops her, creating a sense of serenity that contrasts with the stormy night she had experienced.

Savoring each bite of her breakfast and each sip of her coffee, Sophia allows herself to be present at the moment. The bustling city around her pauses, granting her a brief respite from the demands of her life. She contemplates the events that led her to this morning -meeting Alexander, sharing an unexpected journey, and finding solace. in his apartment.

After finishing her meal, Sophia readies herself to face the day ahead. Once Sophia arrives at her office, Benjamin is already waiting in her office for her.

questions as Sophia sits at her desk and opens her

it,” Sophia replies. “So, Alexander Stone took you home,” Benjamin says with a raised eyebrow, that

I told you last night,

replies with

if it is, I am swamped, and

am here,” Benjamin retorts. There is actually something

from her computer, OK, sounds serious. Go

is digging around about you,” Benjamin

that people might found out about

words with a nonchalant wave of her hand. She has never been one to fret over her multiple identities being discovered by others. The complexity of her life, woven

a reassuring smile, “but honestly, I don’t think anyone cares enough to dig into my personal affairs. My music and my work as a lawyer are two

leans forward, his concern evident in his eyes. “You should be careful, Sophia. Some are skilled

even if she doesn’t always share his level of caution. Changing the subject, she asks, “And what about this

shifts to one of seriousness. “Michael is a different breed, Sophia. He’s not just ruthless in business; he’s relentless in his pursuit of power. He’s known for

by Benjamin’s description. “Give

sent some of his relatives to prison

surprise, absorbing the gravity of Benjamin’s words. She hadn’t anticipated such

his expression grave. “So, I’m just advising you to keep your distance from him. People like Michael don’t hesitate to use others for their

lets Benjamin’s words sink in, her thoughts churning. She appreciates his concern, and part of her acknowledges the wisdom in his advice. However, she also recognizes her instincts, guiding her

says, reaching out to briefly squeeze his hand.

life, the enigmatic Michael, and the delicate balance between trust and caution. The city’s rhythm envelops her as she continues on her path, ready to face whatever twists and turns await her on