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.”

of nostalgia, “I can tell you that this sandwich saved me during my college years, as it

excitement in her voice. “I can’t

the kitchen. As she stepped inside, the tantalizing aroma of food enveloped

It smells amazing,”

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

was thoroughly 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 idea were

a chair beside her, his eyes focused on her reaction. “I told you I saved a lot

a part of his life that he

mother eloped with Michael’s father right after I was born. That decision led to a life filled with poverty and struggle. My father never

and concern. “I had

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 learn how to take care of myself, and that

as she processed his revelation. “You’re

then continued, shifting the conversation toward the matter that had been troubling

don’t want you to have any further contact with Michael,” he

and I are half-brothers. The affair between my mother and Michael’s father caused a lot of damage. Michael’s family fell apart, and his mother always blamed the Stone family for everything, which naturally led to his hatred for

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

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. He saw the destruction my father’s actions

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

grateful smile. “It feels good to share a part of my history with someone who truly

by the actions 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

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 it for the millionth

the praise. “I told you, my

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