After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

#249 “One Thing Has Remained Constant – My Love For You.”

Sophia and Alexander bustled around the spacious living room of their cozy home, the air thick with a mix of excitement and nervous energy. Wedding magazines lay scattered across the coffee table, adorned with sticky notes and hastily scrawled reminders.

“Did you call the florist to confirm the bouquet?” Sophia asked, her voice tinged with a hint of urgency as she glanced at Alexander, who was hunched over his laptop, furiously typing away.

“Yeah, they said everything’s set,” Alexander replied, his brow furrowed in concentration as he clicked through various tabs on the screen. “But I still need to finalize the playlist for the reception.”

Sophia nodded, her mind already racing ahead to the next item on their seemingly endless to-do list. “And what about the seating chart? Did you hear back from Aunt Martha about her dietary restrictions?”

keyboard as he typed out an email to their caterer. “Not yet, but I’ll

for the best,” she said, her tone

for their wedding, family and friends began to trickle in, their presence adding to the joyful chaos

lighting up as she caught sight of the freshly baked treats. “Do you think you

placed a tray of cookies on the counter. “Of course, darling,” she

Kyle, lounged on the couch, a cold beer in hand as he watched the chaos unfold around him. “You guys sure know how to throw a party,” he remarked, his tone lighthearted as he took a sip

and support that surrounded her. “It’s going to be unforgettable,” she said, her voice filled with excitement as she glanced at Alexander, who met

evening, a sense of tranquility settled over Sophia and Alexander. For the first time in what felt like forever, there were no looming threats, no wild adventures to embark upon. Instead, they found themselves stealing precious moments alone together, basking in the quiet simplicity of just

side on the plush sofa in their living room, Sophia nestled against Alexander’s side, her head resting on his shoulder as they gazed out at the setting sun painting the sky in hues of pink and

I cherish the most,” Sophia murmured, her voice soft and

the woman beside him. “Me too, love,” he whispered, his voice tinged with emotion. “I never want to

for a while, content to simply be in each other’s presence, their thoughts drifting back over the journey that had brought them to this point. From their first meeting to the countless