After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

#207 “That Doesn’t Mean I Have to Like It.”

In the archives, Sophia and Alexander were immersed in a sea of papers, their brows furrowed in concentration as they sifted through document after document. Sophia meticulously combed through bank accounts, her frustration mounting with each unremarkable find.

“It’s not going to happen this way,” she growled, her voice tinged with irritation as she tossed another set of papers aside. “There’s absolutely nothing here that can mitigate the situation. Maybe my grandfather was just a criminal, and there’s nothing good about that.”

“Easy, love,” Alexander intervened gently, approaching her with concern etched on his features. “You’re tired. You don’t really think so.”

Sophia sighed, her shoulders sagging with exhaustion. She could feel the weight of the situation bearing down on her, the pressure to find a solution overwhelming.

“How about I go get us some food and coffee?” Alexander suggested, his voice soft and reassuring. “You can rest for a bit.”

“Do you really think there’s a chance for us to get out of this situation?” Sophia asked, her gaze still fixed on the scattered documents littering the floor.

“I believe your grandfather isn’t a monster,” Alexander replied, his tone gentle yet resolute. “He did what he had to do to protect his family.”

she confessed, her frustration bubbling to the surface. “To constantly feel like the world is working against us. I’ve worked hard, I’ve tried to do what’s right,

you work in our fields, it’s an inevitable part of the job,” Alexander

resolve firm.

tension. “I’ll go get some food,” he offered, squeezing her hand gently before making

sifted through the documents, her movements methodical yet urgent. Each transaction bore the name of the National Bank of

Despite her efforts, she couldn’t shake the feeling that her search here was reaching a dead

Alexander returned, a concerned furrow marring his brow as he

told you to rest, “he chided her lightly, though

you don’t know me,”

progress?” Alexander inquired as he set down the

and no,” Sophia replied, her tone

knit

London. I think most of the answers are

mention of her grandfather’s home in London

I don’t know if I want you to go

acts and you’re not here to protect the company, he

“We can send someone…”