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.

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

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

the sofa skeptically, noting its avant-garde style. “It’s… certainly bold,” he admitted, casting a dubious

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

nearby. “How about this one?” he suggested. “It’s sleek and

the table thoughtfully, running her fingers along its smooth surface. “Hmm, I do like it,” she admitted. “But I was hoping for something

of amusement in his eyes. “Flair? We

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

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

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

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

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

Sophia exclaimed as the

going with my choice, “Alexander

a hint of disappointment lingered in her expression. “Too bad, that couch was really

if you’re ten,” laughed

least my style isn’t that of

Alexander

me very well. Your style

off that couch, but nice