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 has a sister, nor

her tone tinged with amusement.

sit down, and I’ll tell you

the sofa. The cushions sank beneath her weight as she settled

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 this

expression morphed from disbelief to shock, her features contorting with each new revelation. The kitchen seemed to shrink around them, the air thick with

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

you are looking for information about your past,” Becky replied thoughtfully, her gaze fixed on

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

think he’ll

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

sleepy Benjamin entered the kitchen, his tousled hair and bleary eyes betraying his

are you doing in the middle of the

“But I have to go to bed, so I’ll leave you

Becky to seize the opportunity and talk to

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 book from her bedside table, its pages

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

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

smile playing at her

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