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.

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 reflected their

catching her attention. “I think this sofa would be perfect for our

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

shaking her head. ” Come on, Alexander! We need something that stands out, not another boring

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

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

eyes. “Flair? We don’t need flair,

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

they debated back and forth, their voices filled the air with 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

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

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

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 spun through the air, they watched with bated

as the coin landed,

like we’re going with my choice, “Alexander remarked, a smile tugging at

lingered in her expression. “Too bad, that couch

you’re ten,”

at least my style isn’t that of a hundred and ten year old

Alexander with

you heard me very well. Your style is like

talk me off that couch, but nice