After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

#105 “I am Asking Alexander, not You.”

Amidst the elegant ambiance of Sophia’s apartment, the air carried a sense of familiarity and warmth as Sophia and Evelyn settled in for a candid conversation. Sophia, true to her promise, presented. Evelyn with the limited edition Burberry handbag.

“I can’t believe you actually bought me a bag. I was joking,” says Evelyn standing in front of the mirror posing.

“I know, but I wanted to make you happy,” Sophia replies. “Speaking of which you have a lot to tell me about London, the media has exploded,” says Evelyn. She sits back down next to Sophia and looks at her expectantly.

Sophia immediately delved into the narrative of her recent experiences, recounting the twists and turns that had defined her journey. Evelyn, an attentive listener, absorbed each detail, her eyes reflecting a blend of concern and empathy.

As Sophia unfolded the chapters of her life, Evelyn found herself drawn into the complexities of Sophia’s world-a world that had been entangled in a web of mystery, manipulation, and unexpected murder.

With the tale of Sophia’s exploits hanging in the air, the conversation naturally segued into Evelyn’s own life. Sophia, with genuine curiosity, inquired about Evelyn’s recent endeavors, eager to reciprocate the openness she had shared.

Evelyn, her demeanor shifting, began to unravel a different narrative-a story tinged with intrigue and a touch of uncertainty. She confessed to being entangled in a peculiar relationship in the past month.

“He’s interesting, Sophia, and we do everything that couples do,” Evelyn admitted her expression a mixture of fascination and bewilderment. “But when it comes to defining our relationship or introducing me to his. friends and family, he remains elusive.”

silence settled between them, allowing the weight of Evelyn’s confession to linger in

considering distancing yourself from this relationship. You deserve clarity and openness, not a situation that leaves you in

caught in the intersection of emotions, nodded in contemplation. The

evening unfolded, Sophia couldn’t shake the curiosity surrounding the enigmatic figure in Evelyn’s life. When Evelyn disclosed the person’s name –

Vennillia, you said?” Sophia mused, a thoughtful expression etched on her face. “He’s a journalist, isn’t

searching Sophia’s face, couldn’t help but be drawn into the subtle

about Kyle?” Evelyn asked. Sophia, a half-smile playing on her lips,

revelation sparked a playful exchange of banter between the two friends, their laughter filling the room. The ambiance, once charged with the weight of shared confessions, now carried a

you considered confronting Kyle about the ambiguity in

of cutting through the complications. Confrontation is not exactly my strong suit,

“Think of it as a performance review for your relationship. You deserve to know where you stand and what role Kyle sees

chuckled, appreciating the metaphor. “A performance review, huh? Maybe I

seamlessly flowed between shared anecdotes, friendly advice, and

see a message from Alexander. The words sparked a flicker of curiosity

the change in Sophia’s expression. “Is everything okay?” she inquired, her

“Alexander wants to meet me at Bistro 45. He says

“Bistro 45? That sounds serious. Do you think it’s about the ongoing investigation or something

sure. But it feels important.

wait for you at your apartment.

building and stepping into the crisp night. She hailed a cab, and as the city lights blurred through the