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.”

constantly feel like the world is working against us. I’ve worked hard, I’ve tried to do what’s right, and yet we always seem to end

of the job,” Alexander acknowledged, his voice filled with

declared, her resolve firm. “I’m

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

movements methodical yet urgent. Each transaction bore the name

feeling that her search here was reaching a dead end. With a heavy heart, she realized that it might be time to return to London, where her grandfather’s tangled

a concerned furrow marring his brow

I told you to rest, “he chided her lightly, though his eyes betrayed

it as if you don’t know

set down

no,” Sophia replied, her tone

knit

going to London. I think most of the answers

spread out before her, pointing out the recurring mention of

know

you’re not here to protect the company, he will

“We can send someone…”