After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

Chapter 219

#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.

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

her tone

and I’ll

before crossing the kitchen to join Sophia on the sofa. The cushions sank beneath her weight as she settled in, her expression a mixture of curiosity and

She painted a vivid picture of the tangled web of relationships and scandals

features contorting with each new revelation. The

life is a mess,” Sophia finished her story, her voice tinged with wry humor. “I also have a friend Alexander.

past,” Becky replied thoughtfully, her gaze fixed on Sophia’s face. “Benjamin and I will help you; we

quietly, a mischievous

you think

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

the kitchen, his tousled hair and bleary eyes betraying his confusion

the middle of the night?” he asked,

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

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

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

next part, dear 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

of longing and nostalgia flooding her senses. She traced the faded ink

playing at her lips as tears prickled at

morning, Sophia sat at the 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 the worn book in

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