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.

tables, and chairs that filled the spacious showroom. Excitement buzzed between them as they envisioned transforming their apartment into a cozy haven that reflected their

this sofa would be perfect for our living room,”

“It’s… certainly bold,” he admitted, casting a dubious glance at the piece. “But don’t you think it’s

Alexander! We need

towards a sleek, minimalist coffee table nearby. “How about this one?” he suggested. “It’s sleek and elegant, just like you

along its smooth surface. “Hmm, I do

eyes. “Flair? We don’t need flair, Sophia,” he countered. “We need functionality and

What’s the fun in that?” she teased. “Our

seem to reach a consensus. With each suggestion, they found themselves at an impasse, unable to compromise on their

just flip a coin and let fate decide,” she suggested a mischievous twinkle in her

recognizing the wisdom in her words. “That’s not a bad idea,” he agreed. “At

sense of anticipation, they retrieved a coin from Alexander’s pocket and prepared to flip it. Heads for his choice, tails for hers. As the coin

the coin landed, revealing

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

a hint of disappointment lingered in her

you’re ten,” laughed

least my style isn’t that of a hundred

retorted Alexander with feigned

well.

talk me off that couch, but nice