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.”

a hint of nostalgia, “I can tell you that this sandwich saved me during my college

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

head to the kitchen. As she stepped inside, the tantalizing aroma of food enveloped her senses, eliciting a

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

handed her a plate bearing sandwiches that looked perfect at first glance. Sophia’s eyes widened as she noticed the layers of bacon, lettuce, tomatoes, and

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

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 I saved a lot of people with that sandwich,” he remarked with a grin.

to reveal a part of his life that he hadn’t shared with

child, and my 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 truly fulfilled

a blend of sympathy and concern. “I had

offered a wistful smile. “No need for 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

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

understanding and then continued, shifting the conversation toward the matter

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

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

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

solemnly. “Yes, everything spiraled out of control due 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. He saw the

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

to share a part of my

of previous generations weighed heavily on her thoughts. It was a somber reflection on how family legacies could shape the lives of individuals who

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;

the praise. “I told

dissipated, replaced by a newfound understanding. Sophia had been silently sympathetic about Alexander’s challenging childhood,