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.”

kitchen, he added with a hint of nostalgia, “I can tell you that

called from the other room, excitement in her voice. “I

finished packing her luggage and was ready to head to the kitchen. As she stepped inside, the tantalizing aroma of food enveloped her senses, eliciting

God, what did you put in that sandwich? It smells amazing,”

glance. Sophia’s eyes widened as she noticed

whetted. The table was beautifully set with orange juice and coffee, and there were even plates with ingredients from Sophia’s fridge that she had no

her sandwich. Alexander settled into a chair beside her, his eyes focused on her reaction. “I told you I

to reveal a part of

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

a blend of sympathy and concern. “I had no idea, Alexander.

reason why I can cook a mean sandwich. You see, there were times when my mother

held a softness as she processed his revelation. “You’re a strong person,

shifting the conversation toward

I don’t want you to have any

damage. Michael’s

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

to the extramarital affair. 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 Michael’s father away.

a lot to carry, Alexander.

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

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

enjoyed 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’m saying

beamed at the praise. “I told you, my sandwich

understanding. Sophia had been silently sympathetic about Alexander’s challenging childhood, but he was quick to reassure her. “You don’t need to feel