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.

her voice tinged with incredulity. “Why, it doesn’t say anywhere that

Sophia said, her tone tinged with amusement.

down, and I’ll

for a moment before crossing the kitchen to join Sophia on the sofa. The cushions sank beneath her

their journey of discovery. She painted a

revelation. The kitchen seemed to shrink around them, the air

wry humor. “I also have a friend Alexander. You must have heard about

are looking for information about your past,” Becky replied thoughtfully, her gaze fixed on Sophia’s face. “Benjamin and I will help

together with him,” Sophia said more quietly, a mischievous glint in

you think

when

entered the kitchen, his tousled hair and bleary eyes betraying his confusion at finding Sophia and Becky engaged in conversation

of the night?” he asked, his voice heavy

talking,” Sophia replied, a hint of playfulness in her tone. “But I

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

the weight of exhaustion settling over her, she felt a familiar pull toward her grandfather’s diary. With a sigh, she retrieved the worn leather-bound book from her bedside table, its pages holding the secrets of

Sophia, I will tell 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 serve as advice to you that not everything is as simple

heart constricted at the words, a bittersweet mixture of longing and nostalgia flooding her senses. She traced the faded ink of her

you only knew,” she murmured, a wistful smile playing at her lips as tears prickled

fatigue evident from the late-night reading session, yet her determination to uncover the secrets within her grandfather’s