After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

#218 “God, Girl, What’s Wrong with You?”

It was late in the evening, and Sophia found herself immersed in her grandfather’s study, surrounded by the comforting scent of aged leather and old books. The soft glow of the desk lamp cast gentle shadows across the room as Sophia delved into the pages of her grandfather’s diary. Each word seemed to transport her back in time, weaving a captivating narrative of his life that unfolded like a fairy tale.

Throughout the day, Benjamin and Becky had joined her in questioning Diana about every aspect of her grandfather’s life and the mysterious connections that seemed to tie them all together.

As the hours passed and evening turned into night, they eventually decided to retire to the grand suite that had once belonged to Christopher Johnson. It was huge and had many bedrooms. The spacious rooms offered ample space for all of them to rest comfortably, but sleep eluded Sophia.

With the diary in hand, Sophia poured over its pages with rapt attention, her mind consumed by the tales of her grandfather’s past. Each line revealed new insights into his character and the events that had shaped his life. As the night wore on, Sophia’s eyes grew heavy with exhaustion, but she couldn’t tear herself away from the enthralling narrative.

Amidst the quiet of the night, Sophia couldn’t shake the nagging worry that had been gnawing at her since she had arrived in London. Alexander’s absence weighed heavily on her mind, and she couldn’t help but wonder why he hadn’t called her all day. Had he been too exhausted to reach out, or was he deliberately avoiding her?

of how their relationship would weather the storm of public scrutiny. Would Alexander stand by her side, or

decided to make her way to the kitchen in search of a glass of water. Perhaps

turned on the TV, and as expected, the screen was filled with an ongoing press conference featuring

determination in his demeanor as he

transfixed by the sound, hanging onto his every word with bated

together. This has nothing to do with my company,” Alexander’s words echoed through the room, washing over Sophia like a wave of

Sophia’s veins, and without a second thought,

her voice ringing out in the otherwise silent room as she bounced around like an

Alexander’s next words caught her off

business

marry her again. The sheer enormity of the revelation sent a rush

you? Did you win the lottery?” Becky’s voice sliced through the

around to find Becky standing behind her, her expression a

cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “Sorry, Becky. I didn’t mean to startle you. I was just… excited,” she