After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

#107 “Last Night was Fun, Right?”

Sophia tiptoed into her apartment, careful not to disturb Evelyn, who was peacefully asleep. The dim light in the living room revealed a serene scene, and Sophia, still mulling over the perplexing events of the evening, decided not to wake her friend. Instead, she headed to the kitchen, feeling the need to unwind.

Pouring herself a generous glass of wine, Sophia tried to make sense of the evening’s chaos. The memory of Alexander leaving, seemingly inebriated, with Megan was still fresh in her mind. She couldn’t shake off the feeling that something was amiss.

Just as she settled into her thoughts, her phone buzzed, and Alexander’s name flashed on the screen. Intrigued and slightly anxious, she opened the message that read, “Sorry, I’ll explain later.”

The first attempt led to disappointment -a ringing phone with no response. Anxiety crept in, fueled by her overactive imagination conjuring all sorts of scenarios. Was he in trouble?

Sophia frowned at her phone. “Explain what?” she muttered to herself. The evening had taken an unexpected turn, and she couldn’t fathom what could be behind Alexander’s mysterious message. He had asked for a conversation, and then he disappeared into the night with Megan.

Unable to resist the urge to seek answers, Sophia decided to call him. She pressed the dial button, her mind racing with questions.

The first attempt led to disappointment -a ringing phone with no response. Anxiety crept in, fueled by her overactive imagination conjuring all sorts of scenarios. Was he in trouble?

Unable to contain her worry, Sophia decided to give it another shot after five agonizing minutes. This time, the call connected, and a voice on the other end finally broke the silence. But it wasn’t Alexander. It was Megan, and the sound of rushing water in the background suggested she was in the middle of a shower.

Sophia, confused and slightly annoyed, blurted out, “Hey, where’s Alexander? What’s going on?”

that matched her tone, responded nonchalantly, “Oh, he’s just taking

of events,

decided that she wasn’t concerned with

to say, I’ll hang up,” Megan retorts and laughs. Sophia stared at

wasn’t like her to be so invested in someone else’s drama, but Alexander’s

to do than worrying about him,” she said to herself, trying to adopt a nonchalant attitude. She needed to prioritize her own peace of mind, and if Alexander wanted

shower to wash away the lingering tension. The warm water cascaded over her, providing a brief respite from the

that Alexander’s unpredictability wasn’t something she could have anticipated.

Sophia wrapped herself in a cozy towel and padded to her bedroom. She glanced at the clock -late, as usual. Despite the exhaustion from the day’s events, sleep proved elusive. Tossing and turning in bed, she found herself staring at the ceiling, her mind still buzzing with

whispered to the quiet room. It wasn’t just about Alexander; it was about the unsettling feeling of not knowing. She

on, with the rhythmic ticking of the clock as her only companion. Sleep finally claimed her, but it was a restless slumber. Dreams and fragments of thoughts about Alexander and the events of the evening intertwined, creating a tangled web

*

gradually woke up, the fog of sleep lifted, and his eyes widened with realization. He wasn’t alone in bed. Panic set in when he saw Megan lying

went from dazed to downright horrified. “Oh, no, no, no,” Alexander muttered to himself, running his hands through

stirred and reached out to him with a

to stern in an instant. “No, no, no,” he repeated, pushing her