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?”

out an email to their caterer. “Not yet, but I’ll follow up with her again. Hopefully, she’s not allergic to anything else besides peanuts

hope for the best,” she said, her tone light and playful as she reached for her phone to check her messages.

the final preparations for their wedding, family and friends began to trickle in, their presence adding to the joyful chaos of the day. Sophia’s mother, Linda, bustled around the kitchen, her apron adorned with flour as she whipped up a batch of her

sight of the freshly baked treats.

a tray of cookies on the counter. “Of course, darling,” she replied, her voice warm and affectionate. “Anything for my beautiful daughter

how to throw

heart swelling with gratitude for the love 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 her gaze with

melted into 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.

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

most,” Sophia murmured, her voice soft and filled with warmth as she intertwined her fingers with

him. “Me too, love,” he whispered, his voice tinged with emotion.

that had brought them to this point. From their first meeting to the countless adventures they had shared, each moment had only served to