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.

address on this sheet. It’s where your grandfather resided in London three years ago. And when

turning into curiosity. Before departing, the man issued a parting message. “I’ll be waiting for

at the address with a sense of foreboding. It was a puzzling turn of events, and she couldn’t deny the intrigue

sense of 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 the rest of the day. The mysterious address on

no time. With 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

Her eyes scanned through various results, bringing up pictures of the most ordinary

uncover the truth. She knew that the address alone wouldn’t suffice; she needed more information to connect the dots. Her next task

databases, property records, and municipal resources. She was aware

an old man named Christopher Johnson connected to the address she had been provided. Her heart quickened as she realized that the stranger had

message and sent it to the phone number he had provided, arranging to meet

quickened as she received the stranger’s concise response: “Wait for me there.” A smile of satisfaction played on Sophia’s lips as she leaned back in

She

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

entered, a musty odor greeted them, 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 room, its once

echoing through the deserted place. Sophia moved

creaked underfoot, complaining about the intrusion, as Sophia meticulously examined the spaces, her fingers tracing patterns in the dust.