After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

#218 “God, Girl, What’s Wrong with You?”

It was late in the evening, and Sophia found herself immersed in her grandfather’s study, surrounded by the comforting scent of aged leather and old books. The soft glow of the desk lamp cast gentle shadows across the room as Sophia delved into the pages of her grandfather’s diary. Each word seemed to transport her back in time, weaving a captivating narrative of his life that unfolded like a fairy tale.

Throughout the day, Benjamin and Becky had joined her in questioning Diana about every aspect of her grandfather’s life and the mysterious connections that seemed to tie them all together.

As the hours passed and evening turned into night, they eventually decided to retire to the grand suite that had once belonged to Christopher Johnson. It was huge and had many bedrooms. The spacious rooms offered ample space for all of them to rest comfortably, but sleep eluded Sophia.

With the diary in hand, Sophia poured over its pages with rapt attention, her mind consumed by the tales of her grandfather’s past. Each line revealed new insights into his character and the events that had shaped his life. As the night wore on, Sophia’s eyes grew heavy with exhaustion, but she couldn’t tear herself away from the enthralling narrative.

Amidst the quiet of the night, Sophia couldn’t shake the nagging worry that had been gnawing at her since she had arrived in London. Alexander’s absence weighed heavily on her mind, and she couldn’t help but wonder why he hadn’t called her all day. Had he been too exhausted to reach out, or was he deliberately avoiding her?

The thought sent a shiver of apprehension down Sophia’s spine. Ever since the news reports had surfaced, she had been plagued by fears of how their relationship would weather the storm of public scrutiny. Would Alexander stand by her side, or would the pressure of the situation drive them apart?

Feeling restless and unsettled, Sophia decided to make her way to the kitchen in search of a glass of water. Perhaps the simple act of hydrating herself would offer some respite from the turmoil of her thoughts.

Sophia turned on the TV, and as expected, the screen was filled with an ongoing press conference featuring Alexander. Despite the fatigue evident in his eyes, there was an undeniable allure to his presence that captivated

Sophia’s attention. She couldn’t help but admire the strength and determination in his demeanor as he addressed the reporters with unwavering confidence.

As Alexander’s voice filled the room, Sophia found herself transfixed by the sound, hanging onto his every word with bated breath. Her heart swelled with pride and relief as he declared his unwavering commitment to their relationship.

“Yes, and I intend to stay with her. We are together, and we will continue to be together. This has nothing to do with my company,” Alexander’s words echoed through the room, washing over Sophia like a wave of reassurance.

A surge of elation coursed through Sophia’s veins, and without a second thought, she leaped to her feet, unable to contain her joy any longer.

“YES, YES, YES!” Sophia exclaimed, her voice ringing out in the otherwise silent room as she bounced around like an excited schoolgirl.

But then, Alexander’s next words caught her off guard, causing her to freeze in place.

“How could I manipulate the business environment if I married her again?”

Sophia’s heart skipped a beat as the realization dawned on her. Alexander wanted to marry her again. The sheer enormity of the revelation sent a rush of emotions flooding through her, and without hesitation, she resumed her exuberant celebration, her heart brimming with love and happiness. This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

“God, girl, what’s wrong with you? Did you win the lottery?” Becky’s voice sliced through the air, startling Sophia from her jubilant reverie.

Sophia turned around to find Becky standing behind her, her expression a mix of confusion and amusement.

Sophia chuckled nervously, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “Sorry, Becky. I didn’t mean to startle you. I was just… excited,” she explained sheepishly, trying to contain her bubbling enthusiasm.

“Excited about what? You were practically bouncing off the walls,” she said irritably.

Sophia shrugged, feeling a bit self- conscious under Becky’s scrutiny. “Oh, you know, just… things,” she replied vaguely, not wanting to delve into the details of her joyous outburst.

“Uh-huh, sure. Well, just try to keep it down, will you? Some of us are trying to sleep,” she said with an eye-roll.

Sophia couldn’t shake off the feeling of unease after Becky’s teasing. Unable to bear it any longer, Sophia decided to confront Becky about her behavior.

“Becky, can I ask you something?” Sophia began tentatively, her voice betraying her nervousness.

Becky glanced up from the task she was engrossed in, her expression guarded. ” Sure, what’s up?” she replied, her tone neutral.

Sophia hesitated for a moment, gathering her thoughts before continuing. “I couldn’t help but notice that you’ve been… well, kind of picking on me lately,” she said, trying to keep her tone diplomatic.

Becky’s eyes narrowed slightly, and Sophia could sense the tension in the air. “What do you mean?” Becky asked, her voice edged with defensiveness.

Sophia took a deep breath, steeling herself for what she was about to say. I mean, you’ve been making snide comments and giving me a hard time for no apparent reason,” she explained, her voice tinged with frustration. “I just want to know why.”