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 booked a flight back to America. She could not afford to miss the press

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

Alexander stood confidently at the podium, scanning the room filled with eager

can

about the

you explain the leaked

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

was clear: Nelson, caught in a candid moment, incriminated himself with boasts and

reprieve was brief. The reporters quickly regained their composure, their initial shock morphing into

and possibly his motives, how does it address the authenticity of the documents in question?” one reporter asked, piercing the brief

eyes turned as Sophia made a dramatic entrance, wheeling a suitcase behind her. She was slightly disheveled from travel, her presence

said with a wry smile, her voice carrying across the room, “I’ve

the front, placing the suitcase on the table and opening

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