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.”

sufficient. Clutching the diary, now a tangible piece of evidence, Sophia made a decisive move. She immediately booked a flight

bearer of burdens to a wielder of truth. As she prepared for her return, she knew the battle ahead would be fierce, but she was

anticipation and skepticism. Alexander stood confidently at the podium, scanning the room filled with eager faces. Before he could formally introduce the session, the air was

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barrage of questions,” he began, his voice steady and commanding, there’s something I need to show everyone

and the 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

stunned silence as the recording ended, but the reprieve was brief. The reporters quickly regained their composure,

Stone, while this tape certainly exposes Mr. Nelson’s character and possibly his motives, how does it address the authenticity of the documents in question?” one reporter asked, piercing the

turned as Sophia made a dramatic entrance, wheeling a suitcase behind her. She was slightly disheveled from travel, her presence stark against the formality of the

smile, her voice carrying across the room, “I’ve been traveling all night. But I believe I

placing the suitcase on the table and opening it to reveal stacks of documents

exhaustion and concern. He reached out to gently touch her arm, urging her. “Go away, you don’t need to get involved