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.

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

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

crowd of people. Sophia held the piece of paper, staring at the address with a sense of foreboding. It was a

hotel, she found herself unable to enjoy the rest of the day. The mysterious address on

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

Sophia 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 ever seen. There was nothing remarkable about it, and it only

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

access the website of London’s town planning. It was a meticulous process, navigating through bureaucratic databases, property records, and municipal resources. She was

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.

compelled to take action. With a sense of anticipation, she drafted a text message and sent it to the phone number he had provided, arranging to meet at the front of the apartment building the

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

She looked around the building from the outside. There was nothing special about it, just an ordinary condominium full of

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

the stories they held within. Sophia’s eyes scanned the dark room, its once vibrant colors now faded, and cobwebs clung

Sophia to explore, his eyes guarded, as if he knew more than he 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 potential hiding

intrusion, as Sophia meticulously examined the spaces, her fingers tracing patterns in the dust. Cobwebs clung