After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

#95 “You’re Pampering Me.”

In the soft morning light filtering through the hotel curtains, Sophia awoke, luxuriating in the comfort of a proper bed. The absence of the usual soreness that accompanied her nights at the police station brought a genuine smile to her face. The plushness of the hotel mattress felt like a reprieve, a stark contrast to the cold, unforgiving surfaces of her recent accommodations.

After a blissful stretch, Sophia indulged in a quick shower, the warm water washing away the lingering shadows of the previous day. With her makeup expertly applied and dressed in a fresh ensemble, she felt ready to face whatever the day held. The anticipation of another classic English breakfast, this time in the hotel restaurant, added a touch of excitement to her morning routine.

As she reached for her bag near the hotel door, a sudden knock interrupted her thoughts. Instinctively, she called out, “Who is it?”

“Room service,” came the familiar reply, a voice that brought a smile to Sophia’s face. Opening the door revealed Alexander standing there, two steaming Starbucks coffees in his hands. Sophia couldn’t help but laugh at the unexpected delight of his visit.

“I was sure you would go out without breakfast,” he confessed, setting the cups on the table beside the couch.

“Actually, I was just going to breakfast, “she admitted, settling onto the couch. “What did you get me?” she asked, a hint of impatience in her voice.

“What do you think I took?” Alexander teased, a playful smile on his lips. Sophia didn’t bother with a reply; Alexander, knowing that Sophia would not play along with his teasing, instructed the waiter, “Come in.”

A waiter pushed in a silver, classical dining cart, set up the table, and uncovered the dish. Sophia found exactly what she had been craving for- a classic English breakfast.

“Thank you,” she expressed her gratitude, motioning for him to join her in her seats. “You’re pampering me.

“At the risk of spoiling your mood,” Alexander began, biting into a piece of fried egg, “did you hear the news this morning?”

“No,” Sophia responded with a mock frown. “What is it this time? Did I unknowingly commit murder? Did I rob a bank? or…”

Alexander reached for the remote control on her table, turning on the TV to the morning news. The newsroom buzzed with the latest scoop, and the chatter of reporters echoed through the airwaves. The headline flashed on screens across the city: “Sophia Johnson Released Amidst Controversy.”

Sophia’s release permeated the media, the uninformed public, quick to speculate and eager to

through the city. Alexander, aware of the brewing storm, watched the news

you out,” Alexander remarked, a tinge of frustration in his voice as he gestured

her expression calm and collected, observed the news coverage with a detached air. “Public dissatisfaction is the least

pacing the room. “This complicates things. People will question your innocence, doubt the

backlash. The public loves a good conspiracy, and this, my friend, is too tempting for them to

need to control the narrative. Prove

eyebrow, a faint smirk playing on her lips. “And how do you propose we do that? Hire a team of

the face of adversity. “Maybe not that dramatic, but we do need a strategy. We can’t afford to let public opinion

conversation, while laced with a hint of tension, carried an undercurrent of shared determination. The challenges ahead loomed large but so did the

are your plans for today,

aware of your opinion on the matter,

frowned, a subtle disapproval evident, but

your own right now. People aren’t pleased about your release from the police station,” he

handle it,”

she owed Alexander a debt of gratitude

me,” Sophia conceded, a muted

floor of the hotel. Outside, it is full of people who are shouting Sophia’s name, dissatisfied with the

was charged with tension as Sophia stepped into the world beyond the confines of her hotel. The public, fueled by the media frenzy, viewed her release with suspicion and disdain. They saw a murderer walking free, and their reactions were far

her every step. The weight of public judgment bore down on her shoulders. She tightened her

turned into accusations, and their hostility escalated.

shield between Sophia and the aggressive crowd. His tall frame and unwavering presence served as a barrier against the

him to

the danger, urged Alexander to leave, but in the process, he got injured, a casualty of the crowd’s misplaced

scarf and wrapped it around Alexander’s arm. They managed to break free from the chaotic scene, retreating

the wheel, Sophia glanced at Alexander, who was nursing