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.”

can tell you that this sandwich saved

excitement

finished packing her luggage and was ready to head to the kitchen. As she stepped inside, the

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

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

whetted. The table was beautifully set with orange juice and coffee, and there were even plates with

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 bites, Sophia inquired, ”

a part of his

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

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

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

his revelation. “You’re a strong person,

her understanding and then continued, shifting the conversation toward the matter that had

want you to have any further contact with Michael,”

between my mother and Michael’s father caused a lot of damage. Michael’s family fell apart, and his

sharing. “I see. So, your family’s choices had a profound impact on his

for the tragedy that befell both of our families. That’s why my

deep-seated family history. “It’s a lot to carry, Alexander. And

smile. “It feels good to share a part of my

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

remarked, savoring a bite of her sandwich, “this sandwich is not just good;

“I told you, my sandwich is

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