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.

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

Sophia said, her

and I’ll

the sofa. The cushions sank beneath her weight as she

quiet space as she detailed their journey of discovery. She painted a vivid picture of the tangled web

shock, her features contorting with each new revelation. The kitchen seemed to shrink around

voice tinged with wry humor. “I also have a friend Alexander. You must have heard about him on

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

more quietly, a mischievous glint in

think he’ll

You’re adorable, except when

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

of the night?” he asked, his

replied, a hint of playfulness in her tone. “But

of purpose guiding her movements as she motioned for Becky to seize the opportunity and talk to Benjamin. Becky

she felt a familiar pull toward her grandfather’s diary. With a sigh, she retrieved the worn leather-bound book from her

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

She traced the faded ink of her grandfather’s handwriting, each stroke a testament to the complexities of

a wistful smile playing at her lips

session, yet her determination to uncover the secrets within her grandfather’s diary remained steadfast. With the worn book

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