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.”

tangible piece of evidence, Sophia made a decisive move. She immediately booked a flight back to America. She could not afford to miss

burdens to a wielder of truth. As she prepared

the podium, scanning the room filled with eager faces. Before he

can

allegations about the

do you explain

continue with this barrage of questions,” he began, his voice steady and commanding, there’s something

clicked a remote, 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 that implicated him in a series of deceitful

room fell into a stunned silence as the recording ended, but the reprieve was brief. The reporters quickly regained their composure, their initial shock morphing into

his motives, how does it address the authenticity of the documents in question?” one

Sophia made a dramatic entrance,

wry smile, her voice carrying across the room, “I’ve been traveling

on the table and opening it to

whispered, his voice tinged with a mix of exhaustion and concern. He reached out to gently touch her arm, urging her. “Go away, you don’t need to get