After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

#206 “It’s not Safe.”

After receiving the letter, the once lively atmosphere of the dinner party had turned somber and tense. The joyful chatter and laughter were replaced by a heavy silence, each person grappling with the unsettling contents of the package.

Sophia’s brows furrowed in frustration as she read the letter, her lips pressed into a thin line.

“We should have expected it,” she said, her voice carrying more fury than Alexander was used to. “And I’m already seriously tired of the past haunting me. Starting tomorrow, I’m going to dig through everything my grandfather ever touched and find out the whole truth. We won’t let your father blackmail us.”

“I’ll help you as much as I can,” Caroline said, her tone filled with resolve. “This man is a real nuisance. Your grandfather was right.”

“And what did he think he would achieve,” Sophia continued, her anger still simmering. “Either he’s going to take the company or he’s going to tear it down. What a jealous, shallow-”

“Love, calm down,” Alexander interjected, gently taking her hands in his. “Don’t be angry, we must now think about what we can do to prevent the situation from escalating.”

“You’re so right,” Sophia sighed, her shoulders relaxing slightly.

“Let’s go home and rest. We will act from tomorrow. We’ll go back into the archives and look at everything again, ” Alexander suggested, his voice steady and reassuring.

As Sophia and Alexander arrived home, their hearts heavy with the weight of the evening’s events, they were met with a sight that sent shockwaves through them. Their once warm and welcoming apartment now resembled a scene of utter chaos.

Furniture lay broken and splintered, their new pieces shattered beyond recognition. Dishes were strewn across the floor, shattered into countless pieces, while other belongings lay scattered haphazardly around the room.

Stunned into silence, Sophia and Alexander exchanged horrified glances, their minds struggling to comprehend the extent of the destruction before them. And then, as if to punctuate the scene of devastation, their eyes fell upon a single piece of paper lying on the table amidst the wreckage.

Alexander reached for the letter, his heart pounding in his chest. As he read the ominous words written upon it, a cold shiver ran down his spine. “My threats are never in vain. Twenty-four hours to announce your decision or face the consequences.”

Fury ignited within Alexander, his jaw clenched in frustration as he crumpled the letter in his hand. “This is unforgivable,” he growled, his voice laced with anger. “I won’t let him get away with this. But we can’t stay here. It’s not safe.”

But Sophia’s eyes blazed with fury, her jaw set in determination. “No,” she declared, her voice unwavering despite the fear coursing through her veins. “I refuse to be driven out of my own home by some cowardly threat.”

Though anger pulsed through him, Alexander couldn’t help but admire Sophia’s unwavering courage. “You’re right,” he conceded, his voice edged with determination. “We’ll face this head-on, together.”

With their resolve steeled Sophia and Alexander stood side by side amidst the wreckage of their home, ready to confront whatever challenges lay ahead.

The hours stretched on as Sophia and Alexander worked tirelessly to clean up the aftermath of the break-in. Amidst the chaos, they found solace in each other’s presence, their shared determination serving as a beacon of strength in the face of adversity.

Despite the lingering unease that lingered in the air, Sophia and Alexander refused to let fear consume them. With every shattered piece of furniture they cleared away, they reaffirmed their commitment to each other and their resolve to stand up against their adversary.

As the night wore on, exhaustion began to weigh heavily on them both, but neither was willing to concede defeat.

Finally, as the first light of dawn began to filter through the windows, Sophia and Alexander collapsed onto the couch, their bodies weary but their spirits unbroken. In the quiet stillness of the early morning hours, they found a moment of respite, a brief reprieve from the chaos that had consumed their lives.

“We made it through the night,” Sophia murmured, her voice filled with quiet determination. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

“And we’ll make it through whatever comes next,” Alexander replied, his voice echoing with certainty.

Sophia let out a tired sigh, her muscles aching from the physical exertion of cleaning up the mess. “You know, it wouldn’t hurt to take a break, have a hot bath, and then maybe a cup of coffee before we head to the archives,” she suggested, her voice tinged with weariness.

Alexander nodded in agreement, recognizing the wisdom in her words. ” That sounds like a plan,” he replied, a hint of relief in his voice. “We could both use a moment to relax and gather our thoughts before diving back into this mess.”

With a sense of purpose, they made their way to the bathroom, shedding their grimy clothes and stepping into the warm embrace of the steaming water. As the soothing heat washed away the tension from their bodies, they felt a sense of renewal wash over them, rejuvenating their spirits for the challenges that lay ahead.

After their refreshing bath, they retreated to the kitchen, where Alexander brewed a fresh pot of coffee while Sophia prepared a simple breakfast. As they sat at the table, sipping their coffee and nibbling on toast, they found comfort in the familiar routine, the warmth of each other’s presence serving as a source of solace amidst the turmoil.

“The furniture was ugly anyway,” Sophia declared suddenly, a hint of amusement in her voice as she surveyed the cleaned wreckage around them.

Alexander chuckled in agreement, relief evident in his expression. “Yeah, it was definitely an eyesore. Maybe next time we’ll hire a professional decorator.

Sophia grinned at the idea, feeling a surge of optimism despite the chaos surrounding them. “Sounds like a plan. But now, let’s go to the archives.”