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.”

finely tuned, absorbed Evelyn’s words. A thoughtful silence settled between them, allowing the

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

in contemplation. The advice, though pragmatic,

Sophia couldn’t 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’s mind raced to connect

Vennillia, you said?” Sophia mused, a thoughtful expression etched on her face.

help but be drawn into the subtle mystery that

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

charged with the weight of shared confessions, now carried a

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

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

of it as a performance review for your relationship. You deserve to know where you stand

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

them deepening. As the evening unfolded, the conversation seamlessly flowed between shared anecdotes, friendly advice, and the subtle dance of emotions that colored

sparked a flicker of

everything

for a moment before sharing, “Alexander wants to meet me

“Bistro 45? That sounds serious.

“I’m not sure. But it feels

“Of course. You should go. I’ll 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 window, her