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.”

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

a wielder of truth. As she prepared for her

stood confidently at the podium, scanning the

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his hand, signaling for silence. “Before we continue with this barrage of questions,” he

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 acts against

as the recording ended, but the reprieve was brief. The reporters quickly

does it address the authenticity of the documents in question?” one reporter asked,

the back of the conference hall swung open. All eyes turned as Sophia made a dramatic entrance, wheeling

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

table and opening it to

and concern. He reached out to gently touch her arm, urging her. “Go away, you don’t