After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

#116 “Dumb Womanizer.”

Caroline fixed her gaze on Alexander, her eyes reflecting a mix of disappointment and maternal concern. The room, adorned with elegant furnishings, became the backdrop to a conversation heavy with unspoken emotions.

“Alexander, we need to talk about this engagement. What’s really going on?” Caroline’s voice was firm yet laden with a mother’s worry.

Alexander met her eyes, a conflict playing out in his own. “Mother, it’s complicated. Megan and I…”

Caroline cut him off with a wave of her hand. “I don’t need the intricacies. I need to understand why you’ve chosen this path. Megan is not the one for you, and you know it.”

Alexander sighed, feeling the weight of his mother’s disapproval settling on his shoulders. “I have my reasons, mother. Sophia and I… it’s complicated, too. But I have a plan.”

Caroline’s eyes flashed with intensity.” Whatever, Alexander, you’re making a mistake. Megan is not the woman you need by your side. Sophia is the one who belongs in this family.”

Alexander’s frustration bubbled to the surface. “It’s not that simple. Megan is involved in something, and I need to figure it out. Sophia and I… it’s not the right time.”

Caroline, unyielding, leaned forward. ” The right time is now. Don’t let this engagement tarnish everything you and Sophia have. She’s the one who truly understands you.”

The room echoed with the weight of unspoken emotions. Alexander, torn between duty and desire, tried to convey his internal struggle. “I promise, mother. I’ll handle everything.

stern expression softened for a moment. “Handle it, Alexander. Don’t let a misguided alliance ruin what you and

do whatever

“Alexander, my dear, if you truly love Sophia, you must be steadfast.

a figure from a tumultuous past, struck a chord within Alexander. A bitter taste of resentment seeped into his words. “My father is already my enemy. I won’t follow his path.

press the matter further. “Handle it, Alexander.

bitter smile. “Mother,

is a powerful thing. Sophia may appear indifferent, but deep down, she’s hurt. You

you really think she has

in the way you were talking tonight. That she was grateful for your help in London. And

“I’ll do what I can,

reached out, placing a hand on his. “I believe in you, my dear. Just remember, happiness is a journey,

left the room, leaving his mother with hope and still a little concern

*

and turning in bed, she couldn’t escape the replay of moments shared

me when his fiancée is there?” She questioned, her frustration bubbling to the surface. “Who does he think he is? Does he believe he

about Alexander churned in her mind, preventing any semblance of sleep. Furious, she kicked off her blanket

has the audacity to ask me if I’m jealous. He acts as if he’s the