After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

#185 “Because I Already Have You.”

Sophia and Alexander returned to the house, the weight of their newly discovered family secrets lingering in the air. For the past few days, Sophia had been sharing stories of her childhood with Alexander, but there was one part of the house she had yet to show him.

“Now that our careers are in jeopardy, I want to show you something,” Sophia said, her tone filled with determination.

“What is it, love?” Alexander asked, curiosity piqued.

“When I was little, there was a place where no matter how hard things got there, I always managed to figure out how to cope,” she told him.

Sophia took his hand and led him up the stairs, her steps purposeful as she guided him towards the attic.

Alexander followed with a smile, intrigued by Sophia’s mysterious revelation.

As they entered the attic, Alexander’s initial impression was that it was just a storage space, cluttered with boxes and covered in sheets to protect its contents.

“The ceiling?” Alexander exclaimed in astonishment. “Is this where you get your inspiration?”

Sophia chuckled and shook her head. ” My grandfather always taught me not to judge a book by its cover. You should remember that too,” she replied, her eyes twinkling mischievously.

Behind a tall tower of cartons, Sophia revealed a hidden door. With a gentle pull of the handle, they stepped into a small, beautiful room adorned with shelves full of books. A triangular window bathed the space in soft light, illuminating a cozy couch nestled beneath it.

In one corner, a desk stood surrounded by posters of famous personalities from Sophia’s teenage years, interspersed with photos of her and her friends.

offering a glimpse into a different facet of Sophia’s past. He

was a rebel,”

never cease to amaze me,” Alexander

handed him another photograph, this time of her at a concert, clad in chains with her hair

this one,” she said, handing him yet another picture, each one a

going to do when this information reaches

off, uncertainty coloring his

revenge, and we

reluctant agreement, acknowledging the gravity of

as I should be about what’s going to happen,” Alexander

questions, curiosity piqued by Alexander’s seemingly

can’t take that away from me. I’m sure if

neck. ” Even if

a kiss, Alexander’s phone rings, shattering the moment with its shrill tone.

grunts, handing the phone to Sophia. ”

hospital. Despite her reservations about his well-being, she knew she had no choice but to compromise. With a heavy sigh, she agreed to his demands, promising to arrange his discharge from the hospital as soon

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had been incessantly calling Alexander’s phone, which Sophia noticed was making him nervous. As she parked the car

phone back, ”

phone is

won’t question why you did it, nor am I angry with you. I want you to take it easy now while you recover. So let it be in

pocket. He handed it to her,

her seat belt. “Do you mind staying at home while you recover?