After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

#94 “Just… Let Someone In.”

As the London streets embraced Alexander and Sophia in the cool evening air, their journey led them to a quaint restaurant tucked away in a narrow alley. The ambiance was a perfect blend of warmth and elegance, a refuge from the storm of the investigation that had engulfed Sophia’s life.

The restaurant, bathed in a soft, amber glow, welcomed them with the comforting hum of conversation and the tantalizing aroma of culinary delights. A discreet maître d’ led them to a secluded table adorned with crisp white linen and glinting silverware.

Alexander, with an air of familiarity, perused the menu, recommending his favorite dishes with the assurance of a seasoned connoisseur. Sophia, appreciating the respite from the harsh realities of the case, couldn’t help but praise Alexander’s taste in food.

“I must say, Alexander, you have an excellent choice in restaurants,” she remarked, a genuine smile playing on her lips.

He grinned, taking in the momentary relief reflected in Sophia’s eyes. “Well, a good meal can work wonders, especially when navigating the complexities of a murder investigation.

Their conversation, initially centered around the delectable offerings on the menu, gradually shifted to the weightier matters at hand. The names and faces of potential conspirators danced around their thoughts like elusive specters.

“In both of our minds, the same name pops up,” Alexander admitted, his expression contemplative. “Megan. We both suspect her.”

Sophia’s gaze met his, a shared understanding of the gravity of their suspicions. However, Alexander hesitated, reluctant to believe that a friend could orchestrate such a sinister plot.

“Megan and I go way back. She always wanted power and gains from her work and I can say surely that she will do anything to achieve it. But I can’t fathom that she’d be part of such a vicious conspiracy,” he mused, his voice tinged with a hint of betrayal.

Sophia, empathizing with Alexander’s internal struggle, nodded thoughtfully. “It’s always difficult when someone you trust becomes a potential suspect.”

we capture the mysterious man, he’ll reveal the puppeteer pulling the strings. Maybe then, we’ll find

remain hidden forever. The trace of the puppeteer is concealed flawlessly. We might be

and the murmur of fellow diners, reflected the complex web of emotions that entangled them. The restaurant, a haven from

continued, interspersed with the sampling of exquisite dishes, Sophia and Alexander found a peculiar solace in

moments of respite Alexander had orchestrated. The flavorful dishes, the flickering candlelight, and the camaraderie they

the remnants of their delectable meal, an incoming call disturbed

she acknowledged, her voice carrying a warmth that didn’t

his assistance in the case was evident. They made plans for a

of discomfort. Sophia was confused

his attitude toward you is a bit fishy,” Alexander confessed, his gaze fixed

with an unwavering look. ” Benjamin

simmered beneath the surface. He couldn’t help but wonder

don’t think so.” Alexander continues. “This is ridiculous. We have known each other forever. I should have known

I don’t want to be just friends

well-versed in navigating the complexities of their relationship, took

already complicated,” Sophia finally responded, her words carrying a hint

“I want to be with

murder investigation. Emotions are running

him, sought clarity. “Is it because of Benjamin?

“It’s not because of Benjamin. We are just friends just

of shared

and Sophia crackled with the remnants of a confession, each word a weight that had settled upon them. As the evening wore on, the awkwardness lingered, casting a subtle shadow over