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.”

quick to speculate and eager to form opinions, embraced a narrative of

aware of the brewing storm, watched the news coverage unfold on the

out,” Alexander remarked, a tinge of

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

the room. “This complicates things. People will question

the gravity of the situation. “I knew there would be backlash. The public loves a good

onto Sophia’s. “We need to control the narrative. Prove

that? Hire a team of PR specialists to spin a tale of a falsely accused lawyer navigating

Sophia’s wry humor even in the face of adversity. “Maybe not that dramatic, but we do need a strategy. We can’t afford to let public opinion sway

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

plans for

of your

a subtle disapproval evident, but he nodded without unnecessary

seems a bit risky for you to be out on your own right now. People aren’t pleased about your release from the police station,”

handle

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

conceded, a muted

are shouting Sophia’s name, dissatisfied with the turn of events. Sophia doesn’t let this keep her in the hotel as

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

whispers followed her every step. The weight of public judgment bore down on her shoulders. She tightened her grip on her bag, determined to ignore the piercing

disdain 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

Sophia and the aggressive crowd. His tall frame and unwavering presence served as a barrier against the hostility. He spoke firmly, trying to diffuse the situation, but his attempts were

gratitude and concern for Alexander’s safety, pleaded with him to step back. However, his commitment to protecting her

midst of the chaos, a scuffle broke out. Sophia, realizing the danger, urged Alexander to leave, but in the process, he got injured, a casualty of the crowd’s misplaced anger.

to break free from

the wheel, Sophia glanced at Alexander, who was nursing a wound on