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?”

he typed out an email to their caterer. “Not yet, but I’ll follow up with her again.

mingling with the gentle hum of activity that filled the room. “Well, let’s hope for the best,” she said, her tone light and playful as

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

those look amazing!” Sophia exclaimed, her eyes lighting up as she caught sight of the freshly baked treats. “Do

her face glowing with pride as she carefully placed a tray of cookies on the counter. “Of course, darling,” she replied, her voice warm and affectionate. “Anything for my beautiful daughter on

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 of his drink. “I can’t wait to see what the wedding

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

forever, there were no looming threats, no wild adventures to embark upon. Instead, they found themselves

by 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

murmured, her voice soft and

forehead, his heart swelling with love for the woman beside him. “Me too, love,” he whispered, his voice tinged with

the journey that had brought them to this point. From their first meeting to the countless