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

Sophia began, her voice gentle yet firm, “it might be worth considering distancing yourself from this relationship. You deserve clarity and openness, not

in the intersection of emotions, nodded in contemplation. The advice, though pragmatic, stirred a complex array of feelings

shake the curiosity surrounding the enigmatic figure in Evelyn’s life. When Evelyn disclosed the person’s name – Kyle Vennillia-a. glint of recognition flashed in Sophia’s eyes. The name echoed familiarity, and

Sophia mused, a thoughtful expression etched on her face. “He’s a journalist, isn’t

her gaze searching Sophia’s face, couldn’t help but be drawn into the subtle mystery that seemed

about Kyle?” Evelyn asked. Sophia, a half-smile playing on her lips, replied, “Let’s just

of banter between the two friends, their laughter filling the room. The ambiance, once charged with the weight of

about the ambiguity in

you always have a way of cutting through

in, her expression conspiratorial. “Think of it as a performance review for your relationship. You deserve

metaphor. “A performance review, huh? Maybe I should prepare

in the laughter, the camaraderie between them deepening. As the evening unfolded, the conversation seamlessly flowed

glanced at the screen to see a message from Alexander. The words sparked a flicker of curiosity and concern. “I have something important to tell

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

before sharing, “Alexander wants to meet me at Bistro

her curiosity piqued. “Bistro 45? That sounds serious. Do

shrugged. “I’m not sure. But it feels important. I’ll go and

nodded understandingly. “Of course. You should go. I’ll wait for

stepping into the crisp night. She hailed a cab, and