After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

#98 “You Two are A Handful.”

The air in Benjamin’s living room, thick with the residue of a strategic discussion, began to lighten as the trio -Sophia, Benjamin, and Alexander- shifted gears from the weighty matters at hand. The intricate web of corporate intrigue had momentarily given way to a more lighthearted atmosphere.

Sophia broke the brief silence. “Well, all this plotting and planning has left me famished. How about we grab something to eat?”

As her suggestion hung in the air, Sophia didn’t know she started a childish competitive spark between Benjamin and Alexander.

Benjamin, his composed demeanor momentarily disrupted, exclaimed, ” Absolutely! I know the perfect place. They have the best seafood in town.”

Alexander, not one to be outdone, countered with a sly smile. “Seafood is good, but have you tried the Italian place downtown? Their pasta is out of this world.”

Sophia, caught in the middle of this culinary rivalry, couldn’t help but laugh. “Okay, gentlemen, let’s settle this. How about we compromise and go for a place that offers both seafood and pasta? I’m sure such a utopia exists in London.”

Benjamin and Alexander, though still competitive, reluctantly agreed to the compromise. The prospect of a shared meal seemed to momentarily alleviate the tension, and they headed out in search of the elusive restaurant that would satisfy both preferences.

As they strolled through the vibrant streets of London, the trio engaged in casual banter, the earlier gravity of their conversation replaced by light- hearted exchanges. Sophia, adept at navigating the dynamics between Benjamin and Alexander, subtly teased them about their culinary preferences.

“So, Benjamin, are you a seafood enthusiast, or are you just trying to impress me with your restaurant choices?”

Benjamin replied with a charming smile. “A bit of both, perhaps. But I genuinely believe you’ll love the flavors at this place.”

let an opportunity pass, interjected, “Well, Sophia, if you prefer pasta, I can guarantee you an Italian experience that will leave you craving for

in the banter, played along. “I see we are doing this again. Looks like I have quite the connoisseurs competing for my appetite. Let’s see

boasted a diverse menu, ensuring everyone could find something to their liking. As they took

say, Sophia,” Benjamin began, “their seafood platter

underestimate the allure of a

waiter approached, ready to take their orders. Sophia, sensing an opportunity to playfully fuel the competition, turned

nod from both Benjamin and Alexander. Each determined to

sure what was happening between Alexander and Benjamin but she found it hilarious. And

the meal progressed, they discussed travel and shared anecdotes, and favorite books and movies. However,

hint of frustration on Benjamin’s face, asked,

“No, no, just lost

” Perhaps he’s disappointed that his seafood strategy didn’t

feelings with a casual smile, replied, ” Not at all. I’m just appreciating the

can’t judge which one tastes better,” says

grown men who had gained important positions in business and dealt with complex situations every day, but now they were competing over

came from, but she wasn’t going to stop them. There was something

dynamics of their interactions revealed the complexity of emotions at play. Benjamin, harboring a crush on Sophia, was caught between the desire to express his feelings and the fear of jeopardizing their friendship. He envied Alexander’s

Sophia began, her tone filled with genuine concern, ” how’s that arm holding up? You took

a mischievous glint in his eyes, winced theatrically. “Ah, the perils of being a knight in shining armor. I’ll survive, though. A

“Well, I appreciate the chivalry, even if it comes with a touch

at him, seeing Sophia’s genuine concern for Alexander. It wasn’t that he doubted Alexander’s injury; rather, it was the subtle realization that Sophia’s attention had shifted, and he found himself on the

just a little cut. Nothing a good night’s sleep won’t