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.

Alexander strolled into the furniture store, their eyes immediately drawn to the array of sofas, tables, and chairs that filled the spacious showroom. Excitement buzzed between them as they envisioned transforming their apartment into a

attention. “I think this sofa would be perfect for our living room,” she remarked, her voice

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

Come on, Alexander! We need something that stands out, not another

towards a sleek, minimalist coffee table nearby. “How about

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

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

grinned, crossing her arms playfully. “Functionality? What’s the fun in that?” she teased. “Our home

despite their spirited discussion, they couldn’t seem to reach a consensus. With each suggestion, they found themselves at an impasse, unable to compromise on their differing visions for their

proposed a solution. ” Maybe we should just flip a coin and let fate

wisdom in her words. “That’s not a bad idea,”

prepared to flip it. Heads for his choice,

Sophia exclaimed as the coin

my choice, “Alexander remarked, a smile tugging at his

hint of disappointment lingered in her expression. “Too

you’re

isn’t that of a hundred

Alexander

me very well. Your style is

going to talk me off