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 the strings. Maybe then, we’ll find out if Megan is truly

culprit may remain hidden forever. The trace of

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

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

orchestrated. The flavorful dishes, the flickering candlelight, and the camaraderie they shared momentarily eclipsed the harsh realities waiting outside the restaurant’s

their delectable meal, an incoming call disturbed their

a warmth that

as she thanked him for his assistance in the case was evident. They made plans for a meeting the

Sophia was confused by the fast shift in his attitude.

the feeling that his attitude toward you is a bit fishy,” Alexander

sensing the undercurrents, met his gaze with an unwavering look. ” Benjamin and I

help but wonder

continues. “This is ridiculous. We have known each

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

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

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

“I want to be with you, Sophia. More than

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

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

composure, addressed his concerns. “It’s not because of Benjamin. We are just

once filled with the delightful sounds of shared

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