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.”

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

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

reflected the complex web of emotions that entangled

with the sampling of exquisite dishes, Sophia and Alexander found a peculiar solace in each other’s

the restaurant, Sophia couldn’t help but appreciate the moments of respite Alexander had orchestrated. The flavorful dishes, the flickering candlelight, and the camaraderie they shared momentarily eclipsed the harsh realities waiting outside the

savored the remnants of their delectable meal, an incoming call

she acknowledged, her voice carrying a

she thanked him for his assistance

of discomfort. Sophia was confused by

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

an unwavering look. ” Benjamin and I are

the surface. He couldn’t help but wonder if

ridiculous. We have known each other forever. I

“Sophia, I don’t want to be just friends with you. My intention is to be

of their relationship, took

finally responded, her words carrying a

on. “I want to be with

a murder investigation. My murder investigation. Emotions are running

with the emotions that surged within him, sought clarity.

not because of Benjamin. We are just friends just

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

a confession, each word a weight that had