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.”

had managed to extract a confession from Nelson, but that alone 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 not

aid Alexander, but in her personal journey from a bearer of burdens to a wielder

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,

can

about the financial discrepancies

do you explain the

we continue with this barrage of questions,” he began, his voice steady and commanding,

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 acts against

fell into a stunned silence as the recording ended, but the reprieve was brief. The reporters

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

open. All eyes turned as Sophia made a dramatic entrance, wheeling a suitcase behind her. She was slightly disheveled

she said with a wry smile, her voice carrying across the room, “I’ve been traveling all night. But I

on the table and opening it to reveal stacks of

love, it’s over,” Alexander 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