After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

#173 “Evelyn? Where’s Sophia?”

The morning sun streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room as Sophia stirred from her slumber. Stretching luxuriously, she felt remarkably rested despite the events of the previous day. With a contented sigh, she rose from the bed and began to ready herself for the day ahead.

After a quick shower and a change of clothes, Sophia made her way downstairs to the kitchen, where Benjamin was already preparing breakfast. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, mingling with the scent of sizzling bacon and eggs.

“Morning, Sophia,” Benjamin greeted her with a smile as she entered the room. “I hope you slept well.”

“Like a baby,” Sophia replied, returning his smile as she took a seat at the table. “And breakfast smells amazing.”

As they enjoyed their meal together, Sophia couldn’t shake the excitement bubbling within her. She was eager to share her theory about the watch with Benjamin, knowing that he would appreciate her detective work.

began, her voice tinged with excitement. “What if the

as she spoke. “That’s a brilliant idea,

Benjamin’s enthusiasm, Sophia decided to take action. “I need to call Alexander and ask him to check the watch box

for his phone, Benjamin intervened. “Actually, Sophia, I think we should call Evelyn

frowned, puzzled by

just think she might be able to help us more effectively,” Benjamin explained, though his tone

could protest, Benjamin had already taken his phone from Sophia’s hands and dialed Evelyn’s number. As the phone rang, Sophia

said when Evelyn picked up.

situation to Evelyn. When it was her turn to speak, Sophia took the phone from Benjamin and addressed

me,” Sophia said. “I think there might be a clue inside that could help

do as Sophia asked, assuring her that she would keep her updated on any developments. With a sense of relief, Sophia thanked Evelyn and ended the call, feeling hopeful that they were one step closer to

*

struggled to penetrate the heavy curtains of Alexander’s apartment, casting a somber pallor over the room as he sat at his desk, hunched over his laptop. His usually tidy workspace was cluttered with scattered papers and half -empty coffee mugs, a reflection of his restless state

consumed by the unresolved tension between him and Sophia. Despite their argument, he had hoped that they had made amends, but