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.

It’s where your grandfather resided in London three years ago. And when you realize I’m telling the truth, call the number

handed her the paper, and Sophia accepted it, her skepticism turning into curiosity.

disappeared into 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 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 the paper

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

by the window, 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

more information to connect the dots.

planning. It was a meticulous process, navigating through bureaucratic databases, property

take long for her to confirm the existence of an old man named Christopher Johnson connected to the address she had been provided.

take action. With a sense of anticipation, she drafted a text message and sent

A smile of satisfaction played on Sophia’s lips as she leaned

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

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

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 cobwebs clung to forgotten corners. The place felt frozen in an

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

the spaces, her fingers tracing patterns in the dust. Cobwebs clung to her hair, and she brushed them