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.

mix of emotions inside her.

began. “I guess you want to get

replied as she approached him,

me,” Nelson

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

I the same?” Nelson interjected, finishing her

smiled, playing

deliberate steps. He lifted her chin, forcing her to look at

expecting to hear that I’ve become a better person, that I’m modest or honest, then

want you to be anyone else,” Caroline lied,

not alter my principles just to play the good husband,” Nelson proclaimed, his tone unyielding. “Caroline, you

I want to know the

need to know that?” Nelson laughed, a note of

you to change; I just want honesty. I need to know the terrible things so I can accept them,” Caroline explained, her

features. He studied Caroline carefully as if trying to read the depths of her intentions. With a

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

remained poised, though her heart was pounding in her chest. This was the moment she needed to steer