After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

#195 “He Wants to Propose to Evelyn.”

As Sophia stirred from her slumber, she reached out for Alexander, expecting to feel his warmth beside her, but her hand met only empty sheets. Confusion clouded her mind as she glanced around the room, searching for any sign of him. The absence of his presence only fueled her suspicions, leaving her with a gnawing sense of unease.

Frowning, Sophia reached for her phone, hoping to find a message from Alexander explaining his sudden departure. Yet, to her dismay, there were no notifications from him. Her mind raced with questions, wondering where he could have gone and why he hadn’t told her.

Just as her frustration began to mount, a message from her best friend, Evelyn, lit up her screen. A small smile tugged at Sophia’s lips as she read the invitation to meet for coffee. Maybe spending time with Evelyn would help take her mind off her worries.

Sophia quickly got dressed and made her way to their favorite café, where Evelyn was already waiting for her, a steaming cup of coffee in hand. As Sophia approached, she couldn’t help but notice the furrow of concern on Evelyn’s brow.

“Hey,” Evelyn greeted, her voice tinged with concern. “You look like you could use some caffeine.”

Sophia nodded gratefully as she took a seat across from her friend. “Thanks,” she replied, reaching for the cup and taking a grateful sip. “It’s been a strange morning.”

Evelyn raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. “Strange how?”

saying anything,” she explained, frustration evident

own frustrations evident. “Tell me about it,” she replied, her tone laced with exasperation. “Kyle’s been acting the same way lately.

“Why do you think they’re being so secretive?” she wondered aloud, her brow furrowing

frustration. “But whatever it is, I’m not going

distraction it offered. “You’re right,” she agreed, determination shining in her eyes. Let’s enjoy our coffee and forget about our secretive

to dwell

was nowhere to be

questions and doubts. Where could he be? Why hadn’t he told her he was leaving again? Frustration and worry gnawed

finally returned home, his footsteps echoing through the silent apartment. Sophia’s relief at his

confronting him. “Where have you been?” she demanded, her voice tinged with frustration. “And why do

her accusation. “I-I…” he stammered, clearly caught

pressed him for answers. “Do you have another woman?” she

turned to disbelief. “What? No!” he exclaimed, shaking his head vehemently. “That’s not it

accusation, but her frustration outweighed her remorse. “Then

to tell,” Alexander

who?” Sophia pressed him, her eyebrows