After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

#235 “You Know I Could Live Like This For the Rest of My Life.”

In the evening, Alexander returned to their apartment with Sophia. As he opened the door, the enticing aroma of a freshly cooked dinner filled the air, drawing him toward the kitchen. There, he found Sophia singing along to a song and swaying rhythmically as she cooked.

Sophia was clad only in one of his shirts, the hem barely reaching her thighs. Around the dining area, candles flickered softly and a bottle of wine was set neatly beside two glasses on the table. Alexander paused in the doorway, struck by the intimate scene and the undeniable beauty of the woman before him.

“You know I could live like this for the rest of my life,” he said, his voice filled with affection and admiration.

Startled by his sudden presence, Sophia spun around, causing a plate she had been drying to slip from her fingers and crash to the floor, shattering into numerous pieces.

“God, don’t sneak up on me like that!” she exclaimed, a mix of surprise and laughter coloring her voice.

“I’ll clean up,” Alexander replied with a gentle smile, bending to gather the scattered shards. “A broken plate is lucky, after all.”

“Are you Greek?” Sophia teased, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

“No, but my grandmother was. You know, they break plates at their weddings to drive away evil spirits, and the more pieces, the more years of happiness,” Alexander explained, scooping up the last of the ceramic fragments.

we don’t have anything to worry

said, taking the

to sweep up the last of the pieces when his phone rang. Sophia gestured towards

the other room to take the call. As he answered, he saw

“Hello,” he greeted.

week, so we

Reserve it,”

did,” Evelyn confirmed, her tone matching the urgency

putting the finishing touches on dinner. He wrapped his

week at the Vila

turning to face

romantic affair, filled with laughter and stolen glances. As they finished their meal, Alexander reached for

attending. She

smiled softly, squeezing his hand.

They were snuggled up together, enjoying the peaceful evening when Alexander’s phone rang

himself to answer the call. He walked into the other room to

TV remote, flipping through channels as she tried to distract herself from wondering who was calling

little frustrated by the constant interruptions, but she

on. She tiptoed towards the room but stopped short when

confusion evident on her face. She quietly made