After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

#229 “Can You Live With My Demons?”

Caroline was wearing a black dress that she knew Nelson would like. She had ordered his favorite food to be prepared and was waiting for him to come. Alexander contacted her a while ago to assure her that the cameras were working and everything was ready.

Her heart raced when she heard a knock on the front door. She was ready to help her son. She knew she had to extract a confession from Nelson and help save the Stone Enterprise.

She took a deep breath to steady her nerves, smoothing the fabric of her sleek black dress. The soft silk hugged her form, chosen specifically to remind Nelson of the past they once shared-a past she now needed to manipulate for her son’s future.

As she walked to the door, her heels clicked against the marble floor with a measured, deliberate sound. Each step echoed in the spacious foyer, mingling with the rhythmic beating of her heart. She paused briefly before the ornate door, gathering her composure.

Opening it, she greeted Nelson with a practiced smile. “Nelson,” she said warmly, stepping aside to let him in. ” It’s been too long.”

Nelson, still charismatic as ever, stepped into the foyer, his eyes lighting up as they took in Caroline’s appearance. “Caroline, you haven’t changed a bit,” he remarked, his tone smooth, betraying a hint of the charm that had once won her over.

She led him into the dining room, where the table was set with meticulous care-fine china, crystal glasses, and candles casting a soft glow. The aroma of cooked lamb-the dish Nelson had always favored- wafted from the kitchen, mingling with the subtle scent of Caroline’s perfume.

Caroline kept her demeanor calm and inviting, masking the tumultuous mix of emotions inside her.

guess you want to get back together,” he said, a hint of presumption in

replied as she approached him, her tone

You know you want me,” Nelson stated, taking a sip of his wine with an air

don’t even know what you’ve been doing all these years, I don’t know

I the same?” Nelson

Caroline smiled, playing

and crossed the distance to Caroline’s chair with deliberate steps. He lifted her chin, forcing her to look at him, his touch gentle yet

you fell in love with. If you’re expecting to hear that I’ve become a better person, that I’m

don’t want you to be anyone else,” Caroline lied, her voice

Winning is always important to me. I will not alter my principles just to play the good husband,” Nelson proclaimed, his tone unyielding. “Caroline, you were drawn to me because I gave you the freedom to be wild and free. That

about you. I want to know the worst thing you’ve done,” Caroline pressed,

you need to know that?” Nelson laughed,

you at your best will be easy. I don’t expect you to change; I just want honesty. I need to know the terrible

flickered for a moment, a hint of suspicion crossing his otherwise composed features. He studied Caroline carefully as if

said, his voice dropping to a huskier tone. “But if it’s transparency you want, it’s

in her chest.