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.”

for reassurance. “I hope that once we capture the mysterious man, he’ll reveal the puppeteer

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

clinking 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 witness to

their conversation continued, interspersed with the sampling of exquisite dishes, Sophia and

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

remnants of their delectable meal, an incoming call disturbed

a warmth

his assistance in the case was

the call ended, Sophia’s attention returned to Alexander, who wore a subtle mask of discomfort. Sophia was confused by the fast shift in his attitude. Alexander, struggling to contain his

toward you is

look. ” Benjamin and I are just childhood friends, Alexander.

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

is ridiculous. We have known each other forever. I should

a moment of vulnerability, Alexander confesses. “Sophia, I don’t want to be just friends

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

relationship is already complicated,” Sophia finally responded, her words carrying a hint of weariness.

an undeniable longing, pressed on. “I want to be

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

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

concerns. “It’s not because of

delightful sounds of shared laughter and exchanged stories,

of a confession, each word a weight that had settled upon them. As the evening wore on, the awkwardness lingered, casting a subtle