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.

believe me, Miss Johnson,” he sneered. “To confirm my words, check the address on this sheet. It’s where your grandfather resided in London three years

into curiosity. Before departing,

the bustling crowd of people. Sophia held the piece of paper, staring at the address with a sense of foreboding. It was a puzzling turn of events, and she couldn’t

a quick taxi ride back to her hotel, she found

With the note clutched in her hand, she ordered a room service of coffee and muffins. These creature comforts would keep her

inputting the street name given by the stranger. Her eyes scanned through various results, bringing up pictures of the most ordinary

suffice; she needed more information to connect the dots. Her next task was to discover the owner

through bureaucratic databases, property records, and municipal resources.

she combed through online resources and databases, Sophia’s meticulous 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 that the stranger had not led her astray.

sent it to the phone number he had provided,

of satisfaction played on Sophia’s lips as she leaned back in her chair. Finally, some

front of the address, waiting for the stranger. She looked around the

steps brisk and purposeful. His arrival disrupted the silence that had settled around the dilapidated building. With

the stories they held within. Sophia’s eyes scanned the dark room, its once vibrant colors now faded, and cobwebs clung to forgotten corners. The place felt frozen

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

as Sophia meticulously examined the spaces, her fingers tracing patterns in the