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.

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 cozy haven that

bold color and modern design catching her attention. “I think this sofa would be perfect for our living room,” she remarked,

dubious glance at the piece. “But don’t you think it’s a bit too…

head. ” Come on, Alexander! We

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

do like it,” she admitted. “But I was hoping

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

grinned, crossing her arms playfully. “Functionality? What’s the fun in that?” she teased. “Our home should reflect our personalities, not just

back and forth, their voices filled the air with laughter and excitement. But despite their spirited discussion, they couldn’t seem to

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

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

pocket and prepared to flip it. Heads for his choice, tails for hers. As the coin spun through the air, they

the coin landed,

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

sighed good-naturedly, though a hint of disappointment lingered in her expression. “Too bad, that

if you’re ten,” laughed

that of a hundred and ten year old

retorted Alexander with

well. Your

to talk me off that couch, but nice