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.

gesturing

shrugged nonchalantly. “Oh, don’t worry about that,” he reassured her. “My secretary will take care

next door? Alexander, I don’t

the whole building. Now we can tear down the walls of the other

the entire apartment building?”

proud smile spreading across his face. “I couldn’t wait,” he admitted sheepishly. “I wanted to be closer to

be impressed by Alexander’s quick decision and his grand gesture. It spoke volumes about his commitment to their relationship,

apartment together, Sophia couldn’t shake the sense of excitement that bubbled within her. With Alexander by her side, their home felt warmer, brighter, and

deeply in love with Alexander, grateful for the love and devotion that he

in the air as Alexander and Kyle sat

down who is behind the stolen documents I told you about. Do you think you can handle it?”

understand,” he replied. “But I have to be honest with you, Alexander. I’ve left the

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

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

words carefully, a frown furrowing his brow. ” Do you

darkened. “I suspect Albert’s involvement,” he admitted.” He’s been trying to climb the ranks within the mafia