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.

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

Sophia,” Kyle said, his voice calm

unwavering as she moved to stand by

power over Sophia had come to an abrupt end in the face of Kyle’s unwavering determination. Reluctantly, he conceded defeat,

move in the face of this unexpected turn of events. But for now, the immediate threat had been neutralized, and Sophia remained

night air was cool as Kyle, Evelyn, and Sophia stepped out of the warehouse. Kyle’s mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions as he led

any longer, he pulled her close, his lips crashing against hers in a desperate, passionate kiss.

Sophia watched from the sidelines, a knowing smile playing at the corners of her lips. She couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction at witnessing

gaze met Evelyn’s, his eyes filled with a mixture of longing and regret. He knew he

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 distance him from the criminal underworld

had chosen to keep his true identity hidden, fearing the repercussions it would bring to those he cared about. He had avoided contact with his family, unwilling to drag Evelyn into the dangerous web of Mafia affairs that surrounded

responsibilities bearing down on him, Kyle knew he had no choice but to confront his past. It was a decision

of what he had just disclosed. She felt a tumult of emotions surging within her anger, hurt, but above all, a deep sense

didn’t you tell me earlier?” she whispered, her voice barely above

reached out 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.