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.

confirm my words, check the address on this sheet. It’s where your grandfather resided in London three years ago. And when you

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

the piece of paper, staring at the address with a sense

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

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

stranger. Her eyes scanned through various results, bringing up pictures of the most ordinary apartment building she

she needed more information to connect the dots. Her next task was

It was a meticulous process, navigating through bureaucratic databases, property records,

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. Her heart quickened as she realized that the stranger had not led her astray. It was clear that her grandfather

this confirmation, Sophia felt compelled to take action. With a sense of anticipation, she drafted a text message and sent it to the phone

of satisfaction played on Sophia’s lips as she leaned back in her chair. Finally,

address, waiting for the stranger. She

that had settled around the dilapidated building. With a nod,

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 vibrant colors now faded, and cobwebs clung 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

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