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.”

he added with a hint of nostalgia, “I can tell you that this sandwich saved me during my college years, as it did for all my roommates

from the other room, excitement in her

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

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

bearing sandwiches that looked perfect at first glance. Sophia’s eyes widened

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

complimented as she took a delicious bite of her sandwich. Alexander settled into a chair beside her, his eyes focused on her reaction. “I told you

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

That decision led to a life filled with poverty and

of sympathy and concern. “I had no idea, Alexander. I’m so sorry you had to go through

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 14-15 hours to make ends meet,

softness as she processed his revelation. “You’re

then continued, shifting the conversation toward

I don’t want you to have

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

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

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

found herself even more sympathetic toward Alexander after hearing this deep-seated family history. “It’s a lot to carry, Alexander. And I’m grateful that you opened

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

and Alexander had been affected by the actions of previous generations weighed heavily on her thoughts.

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

praise. “I told you, my

tension that had existed 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 don’t need to feel sorry