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.

incredulity. “Why, it doesn’t say anywhere that he

complicated,” Sophia said, her tone tinged with

sit down, and I’ll tell you

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 curiosity

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 to

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

my life is a mess,” Sophia finished her story, her voice tinged with wry humor. “I also have a friend Alexander. You must have heard about him on

Now I understand why you 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 the

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

think he’ll

You’re adorable, except when you’re

his confusion at finding Sophia and

doing in the middle of the night?” he asked, his voice heavy with

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

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 thanks,

made her way back to her room, 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

she read aloud, her voice barely a whisper in the quiet room. “And if all goes according to plan, you will

She traced the faded ink of

murmured, a wistful smile playing at her lips as tears prickled

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