After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

#193 “It’s A Proposal She’ll Never Forget.”

As they arrived back home, the bustling streets of the city seemed to fade away, replaced by the quiet familiarity of her apartment building. Sophia led the way, her steps quickening with anticipation as they ascended the stairs to her floor.

It wasn’t until they reached her apartment door that Alexander dropped his bombshell, casually mentioning that he would be moving in with her today. Sophia blinked in surprise, her mind racing to catch up with the sudden turn of events.

“Wait, what today?” she exclaimed, her voice echoing with disbelief as she turned to look at Alexander.

He grinned, his eyes alight with excitement. “Surprise,” he said, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Sophia’s heart raced as a flurry of questions flooded her mind. “But what about all your belongings? I have to come to help you, and I already have a business meeting. If you want, I’ll cancel it and I’ll…”

“I already have everything I need right here,” Alexander said with a smile at Sophia’s confused expression.

luggage?” she asked, gesturing to the single suitcase he

“My secretary will take care

I don’t understand anything.”

can tear down the walls of the other apartment and combine them into

jaw dropped in astonishment. “You bought the entire apartment building?” she

wait,” he admitted sheepishly. “I wanted to be

quick decision and his grand gesture. It spoke volumes about his commitment to their relationship, and she felt a rush of warmth fill her chest at the realization of how deeply he

within her. With Alexander by her side, their home felt warmer, brighter, and

settled into their new life as roommates and partners, Sophia found herself falling even more deeply

of purpose in the air as Alexander and Kyle sat down to discuss their

want you to track down who is behind the stolen documents I told you about. Do you think you can handle it?” Alexander stated, his tone firm

serious. “I understand,” he replied. “But I have to be honest with you, Alexander. I’ve left the mafia. I can’t

up in surprise. “You left the mafia?” he repeated, disbelief

unwavering. “Yes, I did. But I still have connections. I can use them to find out

frown furrowing his brow. ” Do

mafia for years. By handing this