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.”

into Sophia’s, searching for reassurance. “I hope that once we capture the mysterious man, he’ll reveal the puppeteer pulling

culprit may remain hidden forever. The trace of the

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

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

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

remnants of their delectable meal, an incoming call disturbed their conversation, and Sophia reached for her

she acknowledged, her voice carrying a

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

a subtle mask of discomfort. Sophia was confused by the fast shift in his attitude. Alexander, struggling

attitude toward you is a bit fishy,” Alexander

met his gaze with an unwavering look. ” Benjamin and

surface. He couldn’t help but wonder if Benjamin’s intentions were as innocent as they

known each other forever. I

moment of vulnerability, Alexander confesses. “Sophia, I don’t want to be just friends with you. My intention is to be more than

took a moment to absorb his words. The atmosphere

carrying a hint of

on. “I want to be with

investigation. Emotions are running high,

the emotions that surged within him, sought clarity. “Is it because of Benjamin? Are you hesitant because

not because of Benjamin. We

filled with the delightful sounds of shared laughter and exchanged stories, now hung heavy

a weight that had settled upon them. As the