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.”

wasn’t sufficient. Clutching the diary, now a tangible piece of evidence, Sophia made a decisive move. She immediately booked a flight back to America. She could

burdens to a wielder of truth. As she prepared for her return, she knew the battle ahead would

confidently at the podium, scanning the room filled with eager faces. Before he could formally introduce the session, the air was thick with questions hurled from every direction, probing

can you

the allegations about the financial discrepancies

you explain

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

screen behind him. The footage was clear: Nelson, caught in a

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

and possibly his motives, how does it address the authenticity of the documents

to respond, the doors at the back of the conference hall swung open. All eyes turned as Sophia made a dramatic entrance, wheeling a suitcase behind her. She was slightly disheveled

my appearance,” she said with a wry smile, her voice carrying across the room, “I’ve been

table and

and concern. He reached out to gently touch her