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.”

accelerate. She knew that he and Michael had managed to extract a confession from Nelson, but that alone wasn’t sufficient. Clutching the diary, now a tangible

actions marked a pivotal turn, not just in her mission to aid Alexander, but in her personal journey from a bearer of burdens to a wielder of truth. As she prepared for her return, she knew the battle ahead would be fierce, but

skepticism. Alexander stood confidently at the podium, scanning the room filled with eager faces. Before he could

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of questions,” he began, his voice steady

as a video began to play on the screen behind him. The footage was clear: Nelson, caught in a candid moment,

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

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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

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

the suitcase on the table and opening it

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