After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

#203 “Terrible, But Perfect.”

As the soft morning light filtered through the curtains, Sophia stirred awake, her eyes fluttering open to meet Alexander’s warm gaze beside her. A soft smile graced her lips as she snuggled closer to him, reveling in the comfort of their shared warmth beneath the covers.

“Good morning, my love,” Alexander murmured, his voice husky with sleep as he pressed a gentle kiss to Sophia’s forehead.

“Good morning,” Sophia replied, her voice soft and filled with affection as she nestled against Alexander’s chest.

“I was thinking,” Alexander began, his tone playful as he pressed her closer. ” Now that we’re living together, our apartment could use a little sprucing up, don’t you think?”

Sophia’s eyes lit up with excitement at the suggestion. “I was just thinking the same thing!” she exclaimed, her voice tinged with enthusiasm. “It would be so much fun to redecorate and make it feel more like our own space.”

Alexander grinned, pleased to see Sophia’s enthusiasm matching his own. “Exactly! So what do you say we go furniture shopping today? We can pick out some new pieces to liven up the place.”

Sophia nodded eagerly, her mind already racing with ideas. “I love that idea! Let’s do it!”

With their plans set, Alexander and Sophia quickly finished their breakfast and got dressed for the day ahead.

drawn to the array of sofas, tables, and chairs that filled the

design catching her attention. “I think this sofa would be perfect for our living room,” she remarked, her voice filled with enthusiasm. “It adds a pop of

the sofa skeptically, noting its avant-garde style. “It’s… certainly bold,” he admitted, casting a dubious glance at the piece. “But don’t

laughed, shaking her head. ” Come on, Alexander! We need

table nearby. “How about this one?”

surface. “Hmm, I do like it,” she admitted. “But

“Flair? We don’t need

“Functionality? What’s the fun in that?” she teased. “Our home should reflect our personalities, not

laughter and excitement. But despite their spirited discussion, they couldn’t seem to reach a consensus. With each suggestion, they

Maybe we should just flip a coin and let fate decide,” she suggested a mischievous twinkle

words. “That’s not a bad idea,” he agreed. “At least then we’ll finally make

his choice, tails for hers. As the coin spun through the air, they

as the

like we’re going with my choice, “Alexander remarked,

disappointment lingered in her expression.

if you’re

at least my style isn’t that of a hundred and

retorted Alexander with

you heard me very well. Your style

not going to talk me off