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.

check the address on this sheet. It’s where your grandfather resided in London three

Sophia accepted it, her skepticism turning into curiosity. Before departing, the man issued a parting message. “I’ll be waiting for your

as he had appeared, he disappeared into the bustling crowd of people. Sophia held the piece of paper, staring at the address with a sense of

back to her hotel, she found herself unable to enjoy the

note 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

given by the stranger. Her eyes scanned through various results, bringing up pictures of the most ordinary apartment building she had ever seen. There

alone wouldn’t suffice; she needed more information to connect the dots.

London’s town planning. It was a meticulous process, navigating through bureaucratic databases, property

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.

With a sense of anticipation, she drafted a text message and sent it to the phone number he

me there.” A smile of satisfaction played on

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

brisk and purposeful. His arrival disrupted the silence that had settled around the dilapidated building. With a nod, he invited Sophia to follow

was as though the very 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

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

the spaces, her fingers tracing patterns in