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.

this sheet. It’s where your grandfather resided in

Sophia accepted it, her skepticism turning into curiosity. Before departing, the man

into the bustling crowd of people. Sophia held the piece of paper, staring at the address with a

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 that demanded her

room, she wasted no time. With the note clutched in her hand, she ordered a room service of coffee and muffins. These creature

name given by the stranger. Her eyes scanned through

the address alone wouldn’t suffice; she needed more information to connect the dots. Her next task was to discover the owner of the apartment,

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

connected to the address she had been provided. Her heart quickened as she

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

there.” A smile of satisfaction played on Sophia’s lips as she leaned back in her

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

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

exhaling the stories they held within. Sophia’s eyes scanned the dark room, its once vibrant colors

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 place for

the intrusion, as Sophia meticulously examined the spaces, her fingers tracing patterns in the dust. Cobwebs clung to her hair, and she brushed them away, her determination