After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

#82 “Aren’t You Trying to Steal My Mother’s Role?”

While Sophia was busy stuffing her belongings into a suitcase, Alexander couldn’t help but take in the details of her apartment. It was a reflection of her, a beautiful and meticulously organized space with a tasteful design. The cool colors and carefully selected decor made it a stunning place.

Alexander glanced at his watch, noticing the early hour. “It’s early, Sophia. Have you had breakfast at all?”

Sophia paused, looking at him through her partially filled suitcase, a playful smile gracing her lips. “Aren’t you trying to steal my mother’s role?”

Alexander raised an eyebrow and replied, “Was my question a yes or no, Miss Johnson?”

Sophia chuckled, shaking her head. ” No, I haven’t had breakfast, Mr. Stone. Now, may I proceed with packing?”

With a decisive nod, Alexander offered, “I’ll make you breakfast before I take you to the airport. That way, you’ll have time to pack and eat.”

Sophia arched an eyebrow in mock surprise. “You’ll make me breakfast?”

Alexander grinned. “What, do you think I’m incapable of cooking?”

Sophia let out a laugh as she folded a blouse. “No, but I thought you had cooks.”

Alexander chuckled as he made his way to the kitchen. “I do, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to deprive you of the pleasure of my infamous sandwich.”

Sophia couldn’t help but play along. Wow, a sandwich. Okay, I can’t wait to try it.”

can tell you that this

excitement

to the kitchen. As she stepped

It smells amazing,” Sophia exclaimed

at first glance. Sophia’s eyes widened as she noticed the layers of

beautifully set with orange juice and coffee, and there were even plates with ingredients

his eyes focused on her reaction. “I told you I saved a lot of people with that sandwich,” he remarked with

Sophia’s curiosity, Alexander chose to reveal a part of his life that he

Michael’s father right after I was born. That decision led to a life filled with poverty and struggle. My father never truly fulfilled his responsibilities as a parent, leaving my mother to bear the weight

expression a blend of sympathy and concern. “I had no idea, Alexander. I’m so sorry

times when my mother had

a softness as she processed his revelation. “You’re a

her understanding and then continued, shifting the conversation toward the matter that had been

I don’t want you to have any further

Michael’s father caused a lot of damage. Michael’s family fell apart, and his mother always blamed the Stone family for everything, which naturally led to his hatred

was sharing. “I

out of control due to the extramarital affair. My father was, in many ways, responsible for the tragedy that befell both of our

after hearing this deep-seated family history. “It’s a lot to carry, Alexander. And I’m grateful that you opened up

grateful smile. “It feels good to share a part of my history with someone who truly

on her thoughts. It was a somber reflection on how family legacies could shape the lives of individuals who had no

the breakfast that Alexander had prepared, she couldn’t help but commend his culinary skills. ” You know,” she remarked, savoring a bite of her sandwich, “this sandwich is not just good; it’s extraordinary. Maybe

“I told you, my

between them the previous evening seemed to have dissipated, replaced by a newfound understanding. Sophia had been silently sympathetic about Alexander’s challenging childhood, but he was quick to reassure her. “You