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 my roommates who couldn’t

from the other room, excitement in her

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

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

handed her a plate bearing sandwiches that looked perfect at first glance. Sophia’s eyes widened

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

his eyes focused on her reaction. “I told you I saved a lot of

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

born. That decision led to a life filled with

expression a blend of sympathy and concern. “I had no idea, Alexander. I’m so sorry you had to

times when my mother had

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

understanding and then continued, shifting the conversation

understand why I don’t want you to have any further contact with Michael,”

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

recognizing the significance of what he was sharing. “I see.

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

this deep-seated family history. “It’s a lot to carry, Alexander. And I’m grateful that you opened up to me about

to share a part of my history with someone who truly

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

You know,” she remarked, savoring a bite of her sandwich, “this sandwich is not just good; it’s extraordinary. Maybe

praise. “I told you,

been silently sympathetic about Alexander’s challenging childhood, but he was quick to reassure her. “You don’t need to feel sorry for me,