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.”

words. A thoughtful silence settled between them,

Evelyn,” Sophia began, her voice gentle yet firm, “it might be worth considering distancing yourself from this relationship. You deserve clarity

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

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 raced to connect

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

help but be drawn into the subtle mystery that seemed to

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

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

connections,” Sophia began, her eyes sparkling with mischief, “have you considered confronting Kyle about the ambiguity in your relationship? It might be

way of cutting through the

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

review, huh? Maybe I should prepare

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

she 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 you.

“Is everything okay?” she inquired, her eyes reflecting

“Alexander wants to meet me

piqued. “Bistro 45? That sounds serious. Do

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

wait for you at your

building and stepping into the crisp night. She hailed a cab, and as the city lights blurred through the window, her thoughts danced between anticipation and