After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

167 “And You’re Still A Thorn in My Ass.”

Alexander took a few steps towards Sophia and shook his head in denial.

“I’m not leaving until we get this straight,” he stated. “I love you, Sophia, and I do not budge at the first difficulty.”

Sophia’s jaw tightened as she met his gaze, her resolve unyielding. “You may not leave, but I refused to talk to you. I needed peace right then,” she declared, her voice laced with frustration.

With a heavy sigh, Sophia headed for the kitchen, putting some distance between them. She could feel Alexander’s eyes on her, but she refused to look back. Pouring herself a glass of wine, she tried to calm her nerves, the bitterness of the situation lingering in the air.

Sophia looked over her shoulder and was glad Alexander wasn’t following her. He was sitting on her couch, angrily digging through his phone. Sophia retreated to her office, the familiar surroundings offering a temporary refuge from the turmoil of her emotions.

work, hours passed by unnoticed, the only indication of time’s passage being

already three in the morning. With a weary sigh, she decided to call it a night, but as she made her way to the bedroom, she noticed Alexander still asleep

seeing him there. She grabbed a blanket and pillow, gently covering him before retreating to her bedroom. Before she could fully shut the door, she heard Alexander’s

much you say otherwise, you care about

that I was terribly angry with you,” she replied

of the day weighing heavily on her mind. She contemplated inviting Alexander to join her, to seek comfort in his arms,

Sophia awakened to find Alexander in the kitchen, preparing breakfast for them both. The tension from the previous day lingered in the air, the unresolved conflict simmering beneath

Sophia remarked,

thorn in my ass. Now eat, love,” Alexander retorted, his voice laced with

small chuckle at his reply, a flicker of amusement breaking through the tension. “Should I be worried

response was a mischievous grin, the hint of a playful spark in

silence, each bite punctuated by the weight of unresolved tension hanging in the air. Despite their attempts at levity, the underlying issues between them remained unaddressed, casting

brow furrowed with concentration as he ate. Despite her anger, she couldn’t deny the familiar warmth

me all day, or are you going to

a mixture of irritation and amusement dancing in her eyes. “Sorry, didn’t mean to ruin your appetite,” she quipped, though