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.”

thoughtful silence settled between them, allowing the weight of Evelyn’s

might be worth considering distancing yourself from this relationship. You deserve clarity and openness, not a situation that leaves

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. The name echoed familiarity, and Sophia’s mind

Vennillia, you said?” Sophia mused, a thoughtful expression etched on her face. “He’s a journalist,

but be drawn into the subtle mystery that seemed to

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

once charged with the weight of shared confessions, now carried a lighthearted

confronting Kyle about the ambiguity in your relationship? It might be time to bring those unspoken feelings into

caught between amusement and contemplation, sighed. “Sophia, you always have a way of cutting through the complications. Confrontation is not

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

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

the camaraderie between them deepening. As the evening unfolded, the conversation seamlessly flowed between shared anecdotes, friendly advice, and the subtle

words sparked a flicker of

expression. “Is everything okay?” she inquired, her

for a moment before sharing, “Alexander wants to meet me at Bistro 45. He says he has something

piqued. “Bistro 45? That sounds serious. Do you think it’s about

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

wait for you at your apartment. Let me know

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