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.

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

up to her, and Sophia realized it was 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 on

seeing him there. She grabbed a blanket and pillow, gently covering him before retreating to her bedroom. Before

how much you say otherwise, you care about me, Sophia,”

that I didn’t care, but that I was terribly angry with you,” she replied softly.

quiet of her room, Sophia tossed and turned, the events of the day weighing heavily on her mind. She contemplated inviting Alexander to join her, to seek comfort in his arms, but her pride

to find Alexander in the kitchen, preparing breakfast for them both. The tension from the previous day

here,” Sophia remarked,

a thorn in my ass. Now eat, love,” Alexander retorted, his

small chuckle at his reply, a flicker of amusement breaking through the tension. “Should I be worried that you’ve poisoned my food? ” she joked, attempting to lighten

a mischievous grin, the hint of a playful spark in his

of unresolved tension hanging in the air. Despite their attempts at levity, the underlying issues between them remained unaddressed,

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

to eat?” Alexander’s voice cut through the silence,

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