After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

#135 “So, You still Care about Him.”

In the emergency room corridor, Sophia sat in an emotional tumult, tears cascading down her cheeks like a waterfall. Her heart echoed with prayers for Alexander’s awakening, the weight of guilt and confusion bearing down on her.

The fluorescent lights overhead flickered in rhythm with the uncertainty that gripped her heart.

“He’s engaged to Megan,” Sophia muttered to herself, her eyes fixed on the ground as she replayed the events in her mind. “Why would he risk everything for me?”

The question echoed in her thoughts, a puzzle with no clear solution. The bond between them was tangled, a web of shared history and unresolved feelings. She couldn’t fathom why Alexander, who had moved on to a new chapter of his life, would willingly step back into this chaos.

“He really kept his promises,” Sophia whispered, a bitter smile playing on her lips as her tears fell. The irony of his unwavering commitment to his promises wasn’t lost on her. It was something she had always admired about him.

“But at what cost?” Sophia pondered, her gaze distant. The weight of his sacrifice weighed heavily on her. She hadn’t asked for his involvement, yet here he was, unconscious in hospital, his life hanging in the balance.

Confusion and gratitude intertwined within her. The gratitude stemmed from the undeniable fact that Alexander had indeed kept his promise to be there when she needed him. However, the confusion lingered an enigma that danced on the edges of her understanding.

“He risked his life for me,” Sophia mused, her voice barely audible. The selflessness of his actions stirred a profound sense of gratitude. Yet, the unanswered question lingered in the air, and Sophia couldn’t shake the turmoil within her.

As she wiped away fresh tears, Sophia silently vowed to unravel the mystery once Alexander woke up. She wanted to talk to him and she decided that she would drop everything from the past and talk to him normally.

their

safe. Lord, I was so scared,”

make sure she was okay, but then she

inquired, her intuition piecing together the reason behind Sophia’s

emergency room. He hasn’t woken up, and…” Sophia’s voice trailed off, her composure shattering as

embrace. Her arms circled Sophia, mindful of the bruises and scratches that adorned her friend’s body like painful memories etched in

Evelyn murmured softly, her voice a

the comforting embrace. The weight of the recent events pressed

being here,” Sophia whispered, her gratitude

words a comforting balm in

uncertainty, sank into one of the uncomfortable plastic chairs in the hospital. Her nerves

of the sterile environment. The air itself seemed heavy with the unspoken fear that lingered between

brisk footsteps echoing in the sterile

nurse asked,

for a moment.

slightly in surprise, but she quickly regained her composure. “I see. Well, Mr. Stone is out of immediate danger, but his head injury is quite severe. We’re monitoring him closely,