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 he has a sister, nor

Sophia said, her tone tinged with

sit down, and I’ll tell you

hesitated for a moment 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

began recounting their convoluted story, her words filling the quiet space as she detailed their journey of discovery. She painted a vivid picture of the tangled web of relationships and scandals that had led them

Sophia spoke, Becky’s expression morphed from disbelief to shock, her features contorting with each new revelation. The kitchen seemed to shrink around

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

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

more quietly, a mischievous

you think he’ll like

except when you’re scowling

his tousled hair and bleary eyes betraying his confusion at finding Sophia and Becky engaged in conversation at such a

you doing in the middle of the night?” he asked,

replied, a hint of playfulness in her tone. “But I have to go to bed,

to seize the opportunity and talk

settling over her, she felt a familiar pull toward her grandfather’s diary.

the quiet room. “And if all goes according to plan, you will be married to Alexander.

constricted at 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

smile playing at her lips as tears prickled at the corners

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