After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

#96 “Well, Desperate Times Call for Desperate Measures.”

At noon, after all the challenges that the day had provided, Sophia finally, accompanied by Alexander, arrived at Benjamin’s place. The upscale neighborhood exuded an air of sophistication, a stark contrast to the tumultuous events Sophia had faced earlier in the day.

Sophia rang the doorbell, and the door swung open, revealing Benjamin. His demeanor was composed, though concern flickered in his eyes as he took in Sophia’s presence with Alexander at her side.

“Sophia, Alexander, come in,” Benjamin greeted, ushering them into the elegant foyer of his London home.

The spacious living room, adorned with tasteful decor, offered a respite from the chaos outside. Benjamin gestured toward plush seating arrangements, inviting his guests to make themselves comfortable.

“I heard about what happened. Are you okay?” Benjamin inquired, his voice filled with genuine concern.

Sophia nodded, her expression composed. “I’m fine. Alexander here,” she motioned toward him, “stepped in and defused the situation.”

Benjamin turned his attention to Alexander, gratitude evident in his gaze. “Thank you for looking out for her. I see you take some damage doing so.”

Alexander nodded, downplaying his role. “It’s nothing. Just making sure she’s safe.”

As they settled into the luxurious surroundings, the conversation transitioned into more serious topics.

Sophia? I can only imagine your stay in the police station was horrible.” Benjamin asked, sipping

bored. But thanks to you two we’re making progress in

couldn’t help but express her surprise at the newfound cooperation between Alexander and Benjamin. “I never thought I’d see

call for desperate

We may not always see eye to eye, but

the banter. “Well, that’s great. I hope we can keep the same team spirit. I suspect that the media

your hotel. Crowded with people who think you’re guilty. I can only

are angry at me. But I trust the police will find the necessary evidence, and

eyes. Sensing his skepticism, Sophia decided to lighten the mood with a playful

and Alexander brings me breakfast, so I’m in

in his

the candy from the carnival, and everything will fall

Alexander commented with a playful frown. “But as soon as you want to eat them, I’ll bring them to you tomorrow,” he

shaking her head in mock disbelief. “I honestly can’t believe you don’t like sweets. Every

help but observe the natural camaraderie between them. Their easy exchange of jokes and shared laughter painted a picture of a connection that seemed to have

more than he was willing

engaged in casual conversation, treading carefully around the looming specter of Sophia’s predicament. The elegant atmosphere of Benjamin’s home served as a temporary sanctuary from the

conversation toward more neutral ground. “Benjamin, your house

part of the city, away from the chaos. I thought you could use a

in agreement. “It’s a good call. Sophia needs a break