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.”

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

room, excitement in her voice. “I

she stepped inside, the tantalizing aroma of food enveloped her senses, eliciting a loud rumble from

amazing,” Sophia exclaimed as she eagerly took a seat at

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

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

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 bites, Sophia inquired, ” Where did you learn to

curiosity, Alexander chose to reveal a part of his life that he

illegitimate 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 his responsibilities as a parent,

her expression a blend of sympathy and concern. “I had no idea, Alexander. I’m

a mean sandwich. You see, there were times when my mother had

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

understanding and then continued, shifting the

want you to have any

lot of damage. Michael’s family fell apart, and his mother always blamed the

he was sharing. “I see. So,

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

herself even more sympathetic toward Alexander after hearing 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

that Michael and Alexander had been affected 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

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

praise. “I told you,

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