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.

can only imagine your stay in the police station was

thanks to you two we’re making

I’d see the day

desperate times call for desperate measures. We’re putting our differences aside for a

We may not always see

I hope we can keep the same team spirit. I suspect that the media

Crowded with people who think you’re guilty. I can only imagine how you

normal. The media portrayed me as a killer, so no wonder they are angry at me. But I trust the police will find the necessary evidence, and soon the truth will come to light,” she assured him, her voice carrying a

his eyes. Sensing his

breakfast, so

in, a playful glint in

missing is the candy from the carnival,

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

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

Alexander and Sophia, 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

unspoken reservations he harbored. He liked Sophia, perhaps more than he was willing to admit even to himself, and the presence of Alexander, a figure from her

trio 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

toward more neutral ground. “Benjamin, your house is lovely.

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

nodding in agreement. “It’s a good