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.

I can only imagine your stay in

thanks to you two we’re

the newfound cooperation between Alexander and Benjamin. “I never thought I’d see

teasing glance at Benjamin. “Well, desperate times call for desperate measures. We’re

acknowledging the truth in Alexander’s words. “It’s true, Sophia. We may not always see eye to eye, but we

that’s great. I hope we can keep the same team spirit. I suspect that the media is not on my

Crowded with people who think you’re guilty. I can only imagine how you feel,” Benjamin expressed sympathetically, his concern evident in the

smile, attempting to alleviate her friend’s worry. “I’m fine. I think people’s reaction is normal. The media portrayed me as a killer, so no wonder they are angry at me. But I trust

Sensing his skepticism, Sophia decided to lighten the mood

me breakfast, so I’m in good

chimed in, a playful glint in his eyes,

the candy from the carnival,

you want to eat them, I’ll bring them to you tomorrow,” he added, a

can’t believe you don’t

Benjamin couldn’t help but observe the natural camaraderie between them. Their easy exchange of jokes and shared laughter painted a picture of a connection that seemed

he harbored. He liked Sophia, perhaps more than

complexities, the trio engaged in casual conversation, treading carefully around the looming specter of Sophia’s predicament. The

conversation toward more neutral ground. “Benjamin, your house is lovely. I’ve never

he appreciated the diversion. “It’s a quieter part of the city, away from the chaos. I thought you could use a break from the

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