After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

#45 “He should be Mine!”

Kyle had shared more details about his colleague with Alexander. It turned out that the journalist who blackmailed Sophia had a notorious history of being involved in various scandals, making their situation even more precarious.

Alexander knew he had to call Sophia and inform her about what they had discovered regarding Evelyn’s kidnapping. The weight of the truth about Sophia being his ex-wife still lingered in his mind.

Everything that had transpired between them began to make sense: her initial coldness, her enigmatic remarks about him being a copy of her ex-husband, and the hidden layers of their interactions.

As he dialed Sophia’s number, Alexander couldn’t help but feel a mix of emotions. Anger, confusion, and a of emotions. Anger, confusion, and a sense of missed opportunities gnawed at him. He wondered if he had been a better husband during their three-year marriage, would their lives have taken a different turn? He had genuine feelings for her, and he regretted not making more effort to meet her at least.

However, he also couldn’t ignore the anger he felt toward her for keeping such a significant secret from him.

Despite his reservations, he ultimately decided to do the right thing and help her with the information he had about Evelyn’s kidnapping.

His hands trembled slightly as he waited for Sophia to answer the call, hidden in his pants pockets. The seconds ticked by, and his anticipation grew.

*

Michael had stopped by Sophia’s office. The two had been debating their options for what felt like an eternity, but had reached an impasse, their frustration evident in the furrowed brows and weary eyes they exchanged.

Sophia slumped back in her creaky office chair, feeling a growing sense of despair creeping inside her. She rubbed her temples, trying to alleviate the pounding headache that had been haunting her all day. The weight of not knowing where their dear friend Evelyn was had taken a toll on her.

Just as Sophia was about to voice her frustration, her phone rang, jolting her from her thoughts. Her tired eyes widened with surprise as she saw Alexander’s name on the caller ID. After all that had happened, she hadn’t expected to hear from him.

Sophia hesitated for a moment, the uncertainty and exhaustion warring within her. She thought about picking it up. She then decided it was stupid to hide and picked up the phone.

“Hello,” Sophia said.

her on the other end of the line. She wondered if Alexander

I have information about Evelyn,” Alexander began directly. Sophia’s heart skipped a beat. She leaned forward, gripping

to keep Michael in the loop and encourage transparency,

you?”

replied snidely. Sophia shot Michael a warning look, but

of the line, Alexander was clutching his phone furiously, his frustration evident in the tight

has something to do with

suggest you be careful,” Alexander continued, his concern for her evident in

hung up on her. She glanced at the email

her attention back to Michael. “We have to report it to the

it’s about time we did,” Michael replied,

any information they had received from Alexander and their own investigative efforts. With a folder of documents, photographs, and notes in hand, they headed out to their car, parked just outside

shared a moment of silent determination before Sophia started the engine. Their

Sophia and Michael anxiously waited for updates on Evelyn’s condition and the circumstances surrounding her discovery. The minutes felt like hours

back and forth in her apartment, her thoughts a whirlwind of emotions and worries, her phone rang. Without bothering to check the caller ID, she answered with trembling

calling, we’ve found Evelyn,” a voice on the other end of

at the news. “My God,” she said, her voice quivering

a stable condition,” he replied. Sophia could hardly contain her elation. “I’ll be right there,” she exclaimed before hastily hanging up

out the door. She knew she needed to get to Evelyn as soon

inform everyone about the good news. The sense of relief and joy she felt was shared by everyone who had been tirelessly searching for

the police station in less than 10 minutes. They weren’t

journalist in the interrogation room, the police officers emerged, their faces displaying a mix of disbelief and astonishment. The journalist had just dropped a bombshell, confessing

their eyes widened with a mesmerized curiosity.

la crème of the city’s social circles-names like Sophia, Michael, and even the influential Grimms family. Seeing these prominent figures assembled at a police station,

under pressure, stood tall, her expression a blend

officers gathered themselves and approached the distinguished group, clearing their throats to get their attention. They knew that this

of the officers began to share the startling details that had emerged. Ladies and

news about Sophia’s involvement in bribery, all orchestrated by a