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.”

against us. I’ve worked hard, I’ve tried

fields, it’s an inevitable part of the job,” Alexander acknowledged, his voice filled with understanding. “But, Sophia,

declared, her resolve firm. “I’m just… angry. And

the sound a welcome relief amidst the tension. “I’ll go get some food,” he offered, squeezing

her to rest, Sophia couldn’t stop right now. Sophia’s fingers sifted through the documents, her movements methodical yet urgent. Each transaction bore the name of the National Bank of England, a connection that hinted at a deeper truth

efforts, she couldn’t shake the feeling that her search here was reaching a dead end. With a heavy heart, she realized that

furrow marring his

to rest, “he chided

don’t know me,” Sophia teased, offering him a

as he set down the food

Sophia replied, her tone tinged with uncertainty. “I’m

brows knit together in

think most of

the recurring mention of her

I don’t know if I want you

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

“We can send someone…”