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.”

settled between them, allowing the weight

worth considering distancing yourself from this

in the intersection of emotions, nodded in contemplation. The

in Evelyn’s life. When Evelyn disclosed the person’s name – Kyle Vennillia-a. glint of recognition flashed in Sophia’s eyes.

mused, a thoughtful expression etched on her face. “He’s a journalist,

couldn’t help but be drawn

Evelyn asked. Sophia, a half-smile playing on her lips, replied, “Let’s just say

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 lighthearted energy as

eyes sparkling with mischief, “have you considered confronting Kyle about the ambiguity in your relationship? It might

“Sophia, you always have a way of cutting through the

relationship. You deserve to know where you stand and what role Kyle

performance review, huh? Maybe I should

evening unfolded, the conversation seamlessly flowed between shared anecdotes, friendly advice, and the subtle dance of emotions that colored their

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

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

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

sounds serious. Do you think it’s about the ongoing investigation or something

sure. But it feels important. I’ll go and find

for you at your apartment.

that, Sophia excused herself, leaving her apartment building and stepping into the crisp night. She hailed a cab, and as