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.”

the kitchen, 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

excitement in her voice. “I

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

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

eyes

with orange juice and coffee, and there were even plates with ingredients from Sophia’s fridge that

her, his eyes focused on her reaction. “I told you I saved

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

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

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

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

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

and then continued, shifting the

to understand why I don’t want you to have any further contact

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

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

the tragedy that befell both of our families. That’s why my grandfather wanted to drive my and Michael’s father away. He saw the destruction my

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

“It feels good to share a part 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 by

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 it for the millionth

at the praise. “I told you,

understanding. Sophia had been silently sympathetic about Alexander’s challenging childhood, but he was quick