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.”

rummaged through the kitchen, he added with a hint of nostalgia, “I can tell you that this sandwich saved me during my

from the other room, excitement

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 a loud

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

that looked perfect at first glance. Sophia’s eyes widened as she noticed

table was beautifully set with orange juice and coffee, and there were even plates with ingredients from Sophia’s fridge that she

delicious bite of her sandwich. Alexander settled into a chair beside her, his eyes focused on her reaction. “I told you I saved a lot of people with that sandwich,” he remarked with a grin. Between

to reveal a part of his life

me, Sophia, “he began. “I was an illegitimate child, and my mother eloped with Michael’s father right after I was born. That decision led to

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

sympathy, really. 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 14-15 hours to make ends meet, and that left me alone at

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

and then continued, shifting the conversation toward the matter that

don’t want you

mother and Michael’s father caused a lot of damage. Michael’s family fell

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

befell both of our families. That’s why

family history. “It’s a lot

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

of previous generations weighed heavily on her thoughts. It was a

culinary skills. ” You know,” she remarked, savoring a

praise. “I

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 for me, Sophia. I’ve