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.

“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

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

piece of paper, staring at the address with a sense of foreboding. It was a puzzling turn of events, and she couldn’t deny the intrigue that now gripped

stranger’s note had instilled in her. After a quick taxi ride back to her hotel, she found herself unable to enjoy the rest of the day. The mysterious address on the paper was like a riddle

note clutched in her hand, she ordered a room service of coffee

the stranger. Her eyes scanned through various results,

that the address alone wouldn’t suffice; she needed more information to connect the dots. Her next

planning. It was a meticulous process, navigating through bureaucratic databases, property records, and municipal resources. She was aware that the answers to her questions might be buried deep

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

sent it to the phone number he

there.” A smile of satisfaction played on Sophia’s lips as

the stranger. She looked around the building from the outside. There was nothing special about it, just an

his steps brisk and purposeful. His arrival disrupted the silence that had settled around the

walls exhaled the passage of time, exhaling the stories they held within. Sophia’s eyes scanned the dark room, its once vibrant colors now faded, and cobwebs clung to forgotten corners.

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 for clues left

underfoot, complaining about the intrusion, as Sophia meticulously examined the spaces, her fingers tracing