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.”

tell you that this sandwich saved me during my college years, as it

called from the other room, excitement in her voice. “I can’t

was ready to head to the kitchen. As she stepped inside, the tantalizing aroma of

what did you put in that sandwich? It smells amazing,” Sophia exclaimed as she eagerly took

looked perfect at first glance. Sophia’s eyes widened as she noticed the layers of bacon, lettuce,

whetted. The table was beautifully set with orange juice and coffee, and there were even plates

focused on her reaction. “I told you I saved

a part of his life that he hadn’t shared

mother eloped with Michael’s father right after I was born. That decision led to

intently, her expression a blend of sympathy and concern. “I had no

It’s a part of who I am. But it’s also the reason why I can cook a mean sandwich. You see, there were times when my mother had to work for

softness as she processed his revelation. “You’re a strong person, Alexander, to have endured all of

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

want you to understand why I don’t want you to have any further contact with Michael,” he

half-brothers. The affair between my mother and Michael’s father caused a lot of damage. Michael’s family fell apart,

the significance of what he was sharing. “I see. So, your family’s choices had a profound

My father was, in many ways, responsible for the tragedy that befell both of our families. That’s why my grandfather wanted to drive my and

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

to share a part of my history with someone

the actions of previous generations weighed heavily on her thoughts. It was a somber reflection on how family legacies could shape the lives of individuals who had no control over the choices made

culinary skills. ” You know,” she remarked, savoring a bite of her sandwich, “this sandwich is not just good; it’s extraordinary. Maybe

the praise. “I

Sophia had been silently sympathetic about Alexander’s challenging childhood, but he