After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

#219 “You will be Married to Alexander.”

Becky looked troubled by Sophia’s question. She opened the fridge and started rummaging in there, not looking for anything in particular, just giving herself time to think about how to answer.

The kitchen was dimly lit, the soft glow of the refrigerator casting shadows across the room. The faint hum of the appliance filled the air, a steady background noise punctuating the tense silence between the two women.

“Come on, tell me,” Sophia invited her, her voice echoing slightly in the quiet kitchen. “I have a right to know why you don’t like me.”

Becky’s fingers paused in their aimless search as she considered Sophia’s request. Her brow furrowed with uncertainty, betraying the turmoil of emotions swirling within her.

“Not that I don’t like you,” Becky sighed, her voice carrying a hint of resignation. “Just… what are you doing with Benjamin?”

Sophia’s laughter rang out, a bright contrast to the somber atmosphere. The sound seemed to bounce off the walls, momentarily breaking the tension in the room.

“Sorry, I think you got things wrong,” Sophia said, her laughter subsiding into a warm smile. “Me and Benjamin are brother and sister.”

Becky’s eyes widened in disbelief, her surprise evident in the way her gaze darted back and forth between Sophia’s face and the contents of the refrigerator.

say anywhere that he

complicated,” Sophia said, her tone tinged

down, and I’ll

cushions sank beneath her weight as she settled in,

began recounting their convoluted story, her words filling the quiet space as she detailed their journey of discovery. She painted a vivid picture of

from disbelief to shock, her features contorting with each new revelation. The kitchen seemed to shrink around them,

voice tinged with wry humor. “I also have a friend Alexander. You must

looking for information about your past,” Becky replied thoughtfully,

I’ll help you get together with him,” Sophia said more quietly, a mischievous glint in her eye as she winked at

think he’ll

Becky. You’re adorable, except when you’re scowling at

and bleary eyes betraying his confusion at finding Sophia and Becky engaged in conversation at

the

hint of playfulness in her tone. “But I have to go to bed, so I’ll

rose from her seat, a sense of purpose guiding her movements as she motioned for Becky to seize the opportunity and talk to Benjamin. Becky nodded her

weight of exhaustion settling over her, she felt a familiar pull toward her

you about my first love,” she read aloud, her voice barely a whisper in the quiet room. “And if all goes according to plan, you will be married to Alexander. Let this story

the words, a bittersweet mixture of longing and nostalgia flooding her senses. She traced the faded ink of her grandfather’s handwriting, each stroke a testament to the complexities of

she murmured, a wistful smile playing at her lips as tears prickled at the corners of

breakfast table, her fatigue evident from the late-night reading session, yet her determination to uncover the secrets within her grandfather’s diary remained steadfast. With