After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

#86 “How do you know my grandfather?”

Sophia scrutinized the man with a keen eye, her gaze taking in every detail. He was cloaked in a long black coat, and a hat cast a shadow over half of his face. Nothing about his appearance rang familiar, and an unsettling feeling gnawed at her.

A furrowed brow accentuated her suspicion as she inquired, “How do you know my grandfather?”

The man’s reply was curt, offering no explanation. “That’s not important now. He wanted me to meet you and give you a message.”

Sophia didn’t appreciate his evasive response; it only heightened her wariness. “Then tell me the message,” she shot back sharply. Unfazed by her skepticism, he continued, “Not here. We need to go to a more secluded place to…”

Sophia cut him off abruptly. “I’m not going anywhere with you.”

A cold, enigmatic smile played upon the man’s lips. He produced a piece of paper and a pen from his pocket, hastily scribbling down something.

sneered. “To confirm my words, check the address on this sheet. It’s where your grandfather resided in London three years ago. And when you realize I’m telling the truth, call the number

the paper, and Sophia accepted it, her skepticism turning into curiosity. Before

paper, staring at the address with a sense of foreboding. It was a puzzling turn of events, and she

urgency and intrigue that the stranger’s note had instilled in her. After a quick taxi ride back to her hotel, she found herself unable to enjoy

clutched in her hand, she ordered a room service of coffee and muffins. These creature comforts would keep her alert and focused as she delved into the mystery at

opened her laptop and initiated her search. She Googled the address, inputting the street name given by the stranger. Her eyes scanned through various results, bringing up pictures of the most ordinary apartment building she had

truth. She knew that the address alone wouldn’t suffice; she needed more information

focus and decided to access the website of London’s town planning. It was a meticulous process, navigating through bureaucratic databases, property

efforts began to yield results. It didn’t take long for her to confirm the existence of an old man named Christopher Johnson connected to the address she had been provided. Her heart quickened as she realized

a text message and sent it to the phone number he had provided, arranging to meet at the front of

there.” A smile of satisfaction played on Sophia’s lips as she leaned back in her chair. Finally, some clue

sun hung low in the morning sky as Sophia stood in front of the address, waiting for the stranger. She looked around the building from the outside. There was nothing special about it, just an ordinary condominium full of

the silence that had settled around the dilapidated building. With a nod,

a testament to the apartment’s long abandonment. It was as though the very walls exhaled the passage of time, exhaling the stories they held within. Sophia’s eyes scanned the dark

began her search, each step echoing through the deserted place. Sophia moved carefully, checking every room, every piece of furniture, and every potential hiding place

her fingers tracing patterns in the dust. Cobwebs clung to her hair, and she brushed