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.”

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

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

reflected the complex web of emotions that entangled them. The restaurant, a haven from the storm, bore witness to

of exquisite dishes, Sophia and Alexander found a

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

remnants of their delectable meal, an incoming call disturbed their

voice carrying a warmth that

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

Sophia was confused by the fast shift in his attitude.

the feeling that his attitude toward you is a

Benjamin and I are just childhood friends, Alexander.

help but wonder if Benjamin’s intentions

We have known each other forever. I should have

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

their relationship, took

Sophia finally responded, her words carrying a hint of weariness. “I don’t

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

a murder investigation. My murder investigation. Emotions are running high, and getting romantically involved right

him, sought clarity.

of Benjamin.

the delightful sounds of shared

a weight that had settled upon them. As the evening wore on, the awkwardness lingered, casting a subtle shadow