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.”

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

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

emotions that entangled them. The restaurant, a haven from the storm, bore witness to a shared pursuit of truth amidst

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

orchestrated. The

incoming call disturbed their

carrying a warmth

thanked him for his assistance in the case was evident. They made plans for a meeting the next day which

of discomfort. Sophia was confused by the fast shift in his attitude. Alexander,

attitude toward you is a bit fishy,” Alexander confessed,

Benjamin and I are just

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

so.” Alexander continues. “This is ridiculous. We have known

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

took a moment to absorb his words. The atmosphere became

Sophia finally responded, her words carrying a hint of weariness. “I don’t want to make it even

on. “I want to be with you,

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

sought clarity. “Is it because of Benjamin? Are you hesitant because

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

with the delightful sounds of shared laughter and exchanged

of a confession, each word a weight that had settled