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.”

searching for reassurance. “I hope that once we capture the mysterious man, he’ll reveal the puppeteer pulling the strings. Maybe then,

a different perspective. “The true culprit may remain hidden forever. The trace of the puppeteer is concealed flawlessly. We might

with the clinking of silverware and the murmur of fellow diners, reflected the complex web of emotions that entangled

with the sampling of exquisite dishes, Sophia and

The flavorful dishes, the flickering candlelight, and the

meal, an incoming call disturbed

a warmth

unfolded with a sense of camaraderie and mutual understanding. The gratitude in her tone as she thanked him for his assistance in the case was

wore a subtle mask of discomfort. Sophia was confused by the

can’t shake the feeling that his attitude toward you is a bit fishy,” Alexander confessed, his gaze fixed on

sensing the undercurrents, met his gaze with an unwavering look. ” Benjamin and

couldn’t help but wonder if Benjamin’s intentions were as innocent as

don’t think so.” Alexander continues. “This is ridiculous. We have known

don’t want to be just friends with you. My

their relationship, took a moment to absorb his words. The

responded, her words carrying a

an undeniable longing, pressed on. “I want to be with you, Sophia. More than just

the midst of a murder investigation. My murder investigation. Emotions are running high, and getting romantically involved

grappling with the emotions that surged within him, sought clarity. “Is

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

of shared laughter and exchanged stories, now hung heavy with

each word a weight that had settled upon