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.”

a hint of nostalgia, “I can tell you that this sandwich saved me during my college years, as it did for all my roommates who couldn’t

other room, excitement

luggage and was ready to head to the kitchen. As she stepped

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

handed her a plate bearing sandwiches that looked perfect at first glance. Sophia’s eyes widened as she noticed

and coffee, and there were even plates with ingredients from Sophia’s fridge that she had no

chair beside her, his eyes focused on her reaction.

curiosity, Alexander chose to reveal a part of his

after I was born. That decision led to a life filled with poverty and struggle. My

had no idea,

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 14-15 hours to make ends meet, and that left me alone at home. I had to

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

understanding and then continued, shifting the conversation

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

The affair between my mother and Michael’s father caused a lot of damage. Michael’s family

of what he was sharing. “I see. So, your family’s choices

responsible for the tragedy that befell both of our families. That’s why my grandfather wanted to

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

faint, grateful smile. “It feels good to share a part

actions of previous generations weighed heavily on her thoughts. It was a somber reflection on how family legacies could shape the lives of individuals

You know,” she remarked, savoring a bite of her sandwich, “this sandwich is not just good; it’s extraordinary. Maybe I’m saying it for the

the praise. “I told

Alexander’s challenging childhood, but he was quick to reassure her. “You don’t need to feel