After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

#230 “Sophia, Love, it’s Over.”

Sophia read the diary in one sitting, tears streaming down her face as each page revealed more heart-wrenching truths. By the time she closed the book, her resolve was fortified with the knowledge needed to save Alexander and also to confront the mysteries surrounding her father’s death.

Sophia’s heart had toughened over the years, each new challenge reinforcing her resolve. Now, armed with the concluding revelations of her grandfather’s story, she was determined to confront those who had wronged her family.

She turned on the television, her eyes catching a live news broadcast where reporters were aggressively questioning Alexander’s credibility.

“How long will you postpone the conference? In our opinion, you are already inventing excuses,” one reporter sharply accused.

On-screen, Sophia saw the moment realization dawned on Alexander’s face; they could delay no longer. His response was firm and clear.

“Tomorrow afternoon. I have nothing to hide.”

Michael had managed to extract a confession from Nelson, but that alone wasn’t sufficient. Clutching the diary, now a tangible piece of evidence, Sophia made a decisive move. She immediately booked a flight

just in her mission to aid Alexander, but in her personal journey from a bearer of burdens to a wielder of truth. As

buzzing with anticipation and skepticism. Alexander stood confidently at the podium, scanning the

Stone, can

the allegations about the financial discrepancies

you explain the

raised his hand, signaling for silence. “Before we continue with this barrage of questions,” he began, his voice steady and commanding, there’s something I need to show everyone here.”

lights dimmed as a video began to play on the screen behind him. The footage was clear: Nelson, caught in a candid moment, incriminated himself with boasts and confessions that implicated him in a series of deceitful acts against Stone

reprieve was brief. The

exposes Mr. Nelson’s character and possibly his motives, how does it address the authenticity of the documents in question?” one reporter

back of the conference hall swung open. All eyes turned as Sophia made

said with a wry smile, her voice carrying across the room, “I’ve been traveling all night. But I believe I have the answers

front, placing the suitcase on the table and opening

tinged with a mix of exhaustion and concern. He reached out to gently touch her arm, urging her.