After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

#247 “Now, I Would Like to Call My First Witness.”

The evening was calm, with a gentle warmth suffusing the apartment as Sophia and Alexander sat down for dinner. The soft clink of cutlery and the savory aroma of the meal created a comforting atmosphere. Sophia, who had been caught up in a whirlwind of emotions and tasks over the past weeks, seemed to carry a lighter air about her.

“I found the dress, Alex,” she said, a smile spreading across her face as she passed him the salad. “It’s more than just beautiful-it made me feel like a bride.”

Alexander looked up from his plate, his eyes shining with happiness and a touch of relief. “I can’t wait to call you my wife,” he replied earnestly. “It’s going to be a beautiful day.”

Sophia nodded, her smile lingering as she thought about the dress and the upcoming wedding. Then her expression sobered slightly as she shifted the conversation toward a more somber topic.

“I’ve finalized everything with the case too,” she continued, her voice steady but carrying a weight. “I want to get it over with, Alex. It’s time to put the past behind us and look forward to our future together.”

Alexander reached across the table, taking her hand in his. “I’ll be right there with you,” he assured her, squeezing her hand gently. “Whatever you need, whatever happens, I’m here.”

Sophia felt a surge of gratitude for his unwavering support. It wasn’t just about the wedding or the simple things like choosing a dress or planning a venue-it was about having someone who stood steadfastly beside her through the challenging waves of her father’s case.

“Thank you, Alex,” she said, her eyes meeting his with a depth of emotion. ” Knowing you’re with me, it makes all the difference.”

They continued their dinner, talking about lighter subjects, planning bits of the wedding that were left, and discussing honeymoon destinations. But beneath it all lay a strong current of mutual support and understanding, the foundation of their relationship that promised to carry them through whatever lay ahead.

The day of the case arrived with a palpable tension hanging in the air, the morning sunlight doing little to ease the heavy atmosphere. Sophia woke early, her mind racing with the details of the case, the arguments she had prepared, and the possible outcomes.

Despite the enormity of what lay ahead, she managed to maintain a composed exterior, fortified by months of preparation and an unwavering determination to seek justice for her father.

Alexander was up with her, providing quiet support as she dressed for court. He made her a strong cup of coffee- just the way she liked it-ensuring she had a solid breakfast, knowing she’d need her strength. They didn’t speak much during breakfast; the gravity of the day rendering conversations about ordinary things trivial. This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

Upon reaching the courthouse, Sophia’s stride was confident, her focus evident in her sharp gaze and the set line of her jaw. Alexander walked beside her, his presence reassuring, though he knew this battle was hers to fight. He squeezed her hand as they entered, a silent promise of his support.

In the tense environment of the courtroom, the murmurs subsided as Sophia rose to present her case. The judge watched her with a discerning eye, the jury looking expectant, and the gallery filled with anxious observers. Sophia adjusted her papers, cleared her throat, and began.

“Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,” Sophia started, her voice resonant and assured despite the butterflies in her stomach. “Today, we gather here not just to revisit the tragic demise of a respected individual, my father, but to unveil the truth that has been shrouded in darkness for too long.”

She paused, ensuring her words sank in, her eyes briefly meeting Alexander’s for a flash of encouragement.

“Through the evidence we present, you will see that this was not a mere accident but a calculated act of violence orchestrated by the defendants sitting before you,” she continued, her finger subtly pointing towards the accused, who shifted uncomfortably in their seats.

One of the defense attorneys stood, his voice projecting as he interjected. ” Objection, Your Honor. The plaintiff is speculating intent without presenting concrete evidence.”

The judge nodded. “Ms. Johnson, please stick to the facts. You will have the opportunity to make these connections with evidence.”

“Understood, Your Honor,” Sophia responded, unfazed. She turned back to the jury, a slight adjustment in her approach. “Let us then examine the facts. We have here,” she gestured to a board with various photos and documents, “telephone records, financial transactions, and eyewitness accounts that weave a tapestry of conspiracy and malice.”

She walked towards the evidence board, picking up a series of photographs that showed her father’s car at various times on the day of his death. “These images captured not just the last day of my father’s life but the presence of individuals linked to the defendants around his business premises.”

As she presented each photo, the courtroom’s atmosphere thickened, the jury leaning forward to view the evidence. Sophia’s voice was steady, and her presentation was methodical and clear.

“Now, I would like to call my first witness,” Sophia announced, signaling toward the back. An elderly man, known in the community, made his way to the stand. As he was sworn in, Sophia prepared her questions.

“Mr. Jacobs,” Sophia began, once the formalities were completed. “You’ve been a security consultant at my father’s company for over a decade. On the day in question, did you notice any unusual activity around the premises?”

“Yes, I did,” Mr. Jacobs replied, his voice grave. “Two unfamiliar men were loitering around the back entrance. They seemed out of place and were particularly interested in your father’s office.”

“And were you able to identify these men later?” Sophia asked, handing him a photo.

Mr. Jacobs took the photo, nodding slowly. “Yes, those are the men I saw.”

The courtroom buzzed with the revelation, and Sophia felt a flicker of satisfaction at the jurors’ evident interest. This was just the beginning, but each piece of testimony added weight to her case.

The opposing counsel tried to rattle her with complex legal jargon and procedural maneuvers, but Sophia countered each one, her responses thoughtful and well-articulated. Her passion for justice for her father fueled her performance, transforming her words into powerful tools of persuasion.

As the day wore on, the initial stress of the morning evolved into a dynamic flow of legal exchange. Sophia’s confidence grew with each passing hour, her mastery of the case evident to all present. Alexander, sitting in the public gallery, watched her with a mix of awe and pride, witnessing the strength and capability of the woman he loved.

When the court adjourned for the day, Sophia felt a cautious optimism. She had done everything she could have, her arguments laid out with meticulous care. Though the outcome was yet uncertain, she knew she had honored her father’s memory with her fierce advocacy.

As they left the courthouse, Alexander wrapped an arm around her shoulders, and she leaned into him, exhausted yet exhilarated. “You were incredible,” he whispered, and she allowed herself a small, tired smile.