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.

of Sophia’s past. He couldn’t help but marvel at the sight of Sophia dressed in all black, her hair

a rebel,” Sophia laughed, her voice

amaze me,” Alexander remarked,

of her at a concert, clad in chains with her hair dyed

another picture, each one a testament to her vibrant spirit

deciding what we’re going to do when this information reaches the media,” Sophia begins, her voice laced

trails off, uncertainty coloring

wants revenge, and we can’t hope that he

in reluctant agreement, acknowledging the

as worried as I should be about what’s going to

not?” Sophia questions, curiosity piqued by Alexander’s seemingly calm

from me. I’m sure

She smiles and wraps her arms gently around Alexander’s neck. ” Even if the world

they lean in for a kiss, Alexander’s phone rings, shattering the moment with its shrill tone. With a

to Sophia. ” And tell him to give your

about his well-being, she knew she had no

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early in the morning. He had been incessantly calling Alexander’s phone, which Sophia noticed was making

want you to give me my phone

phone is not

why you did it, nor am I angry with you. I want you to take it easy now while you recover. So let it

Sophia’s phone from his pocket. He handed it to her, and she accepted it

belt. “Do you mind staying at home while you recover? That way, I will