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.

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 cozy haven that

lingered on a vibrant red sofa, its bold color and modern 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 color and

a dubious glance at the

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

smooth surface. “Hmm, I do like it,” she admitted. “But I was hoping for something with a bit

hint of amusement in his eyes. “Flair? We don’t need flair,

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

laughter and excitement. But 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

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

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

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

Sophia exclaimed as the coin landed,

my choice, “Alexander

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

you’re ten,”

that of a hundred

Alexander with

you heard me very well. Your style

off that couch, but nice try,”