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.

that filled the spacious showroom. Excitement buzzed between them as they envisioned transforming their apartment into a cozy haven that reflected their

“I think this sofa would be perfect for our living room,” she remarked, her voice filled with enthusiasm. “It

“It’s… certainly bold,” he admitted, casting a dubious glance at the

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

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

the table thoughtfully, running her fingers along its smooth surface. “Hmm, I do

in his eyes. “Flair? We don’t

that?” she teased. “Our home should reflect our personalities, not just blend

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 on their differing visions

coin and let fate decide,” she suggested a

“That’s not a bad idea,”

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

as the coin landed,

going with my choice, “Alexander remarked, a smile tugging at

disappointment lingered in her expression. “Too bad, that couch

you’re ten,”

my style isn’t that of a

Alexander

heard me very well. Your style is

going to talk me off that