After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

165 “Didn’t He Tell You Something?”

As Kyle’s unwavering gaze bore into Alberto, the room fell into a tense silence, broken only by the faint sounds of heavy. Alberto’s confidence crumbled under the weight of Kyle’s resolve.

“Enough,” Alberto spat, his voice strained with frustration as he raised his hands in a gesture of surrender. ” Fine, you win.”

Kyle’s expression remained stoic as he lowered his weapon, a silent acknowledgment of his victory as he stepped forward to confront Alberto.

“Bring me Sophia,” Kyle ordered, his voice carrying the weight of authority.

Alberto nodded curtly, motioning for one of his men to carry out the order. With a sense of urgency, the man disappeared into the shadows, leaving Kyle and Alberto alone in the dimly lit warehouse, their silent standoff a testament to the power dynamics at play.

As they waited in the tense silence, the distant echoes of their earlier confrontation still hung in the air, a reminder of the volatile nature of their underworld dealings. Kyle’s gaze remained fixed on Alberto, his steely resolve unwavering as he anticipated Sophia’s arrival.

Moments later, the sound of hurried footsteps approached, heralding the return of Alberto’s man, who now led Sophia into the room. She appeared disheveled but composed, her expression stoic as she took in the scene before her.

“Kyle…” Sophia’s voice remained steady, her tone betraying none of the turmoil brewing beneath the surface as she glanced between him and Alberto.

his concern for her well-being evident in the depths of his eyes. Stepping forward, he extended a reassuring hand towards

his voice calm yet authoritative. “You’re safe

nodded curtly, her trust in Kyle unwavering as

exchange with a mixture of resignation and resentment, knowing that his power over Sophia had come to an abrupt end in the face

to ponder his next move in the face of this unexpected turn of events. But for now, the immediate threat had been neutralized, and Sophia remained resolute in her stoic

of the warehouse. Kyle’s mind was a

crumbling in the face of Evelyn’s presence. Unable to resist any longer, he pulled her close, his lips crashing against hers in a desperate, passionate kiss. For a fleeting moment, the world seemed to fade away as they lost themselves

playing at the corners of her lips. She couldn’t help but feel a

filled with a mixture of longing and regret. He knew he owed

finally revealed the truth about his identity, his words tumbling out in a rush as he laid bare the secrets of his past. He explained how he was the youngest son of a Mafia family, sent to the United States by his relatives in a bid to

those he cared about. He had avoided contact with his family, unwilling to drag Evelyn into the dangerous web of Mafia affairs

with his family in need of his help to take over the business and the weight of his responsibilities bearing down on him, Kyle knew he had no choice but to confront his past. It was a decision that tore at his heart, knowing he would have

reeling with the enormity of what he had just disclosed. She felt a tumult of emotions

me earlier?” she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper, her

to gently cup Evelyn’s face in his hands. ” I’m sorry,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “I wanted to protect you, to shield you from the dangers of my world. But I