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.”

now a tangible piece of evidence, Sophia made a decisive move. She immediately booked a flight back to America.

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

voices buzzing with anticipation and skepticism. Alexander stood confidently at the podium, scanning the room filled with eager faces. Before

Stone, can

allegations about the financial

you explain

we continue with this barrage of questions,” he began,

footage was clear: Nelson, caught in a candid moment, incriminated himself

the reprieve was brief. The reporters quickly

Stone, while this tape certainly exposes Mr. Nelson’s character and possibly his motives, how does it address the authenticity of

his mouth 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 from travel, her presence stark against

carrying across the room, “I’ve been traveling all night. But I believe I have the answers to

the suitcase on the table and opening it to reveal

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 involved in