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.”

media, the uninformed public, quick to speculate and eager to form opinions, embraced a narrative of

prevailing sentiment was one of discontent, a collective murmur that rippled through the city. Alexander, aware of the brewing storm, watched the news coverage unfold

pulled strings to get you out,” Alexander remarked, a tinge

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

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

“I knew there would be backlash. The public loves a good conspiracy, and this, my friend,

onto Sophia’s. “We need to control the narrative. Prove your innocence beyond a shadow of a

a team of PR specialists to spin a tale of a falsely accused lawyer

in the face of adversity. “Maybe not that dramatic, but we do

with a hint of tension, carried an undercurrent of shared determination. The challenges ahead loomed large but so did the unwavering resolve to unearth the

plans for today,

Benjamin,” she replied. “I’m aware of your opinion on

a subtle disapproval evident, but

you. It seems a bit risky for you to be out on your

handle it,”

it for my peace of mind,” he interjected. She realized that she owed Alexander

conceded, a

first floor of the hotel. Outside, it is full of people who are shouting Sophia’s name, dissatisfied with the turn of events. Sophia doesn’t let this keep her in the hotel as a prisoner and walks out closely followed

hotel. The public, fueled by the media frenzy, viewed her release with suspicion and disdain. They saw a murderer walking free, and their reactions

accusing glares and hushed whispers followed her every step. The weight of public judgment bore down on her shoulders.

a step further. A few aggressive individuals, fueled by misguided anger, confronted Sophia. Their words turned into accusations, and their hostility escalated. Sophia, maintaining her composure, tried to push through the crowd. She didn’t want to engage with

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

safety, pleaded with him to step back. However, his commitment to protecting her remained

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

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

the wheel, Sophia glanced at Alexander, who