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.

don’t believe me, Miss Johnson,” he sneered. “To confirm my words, check the address on this sheet. It’s where your grandfather resided in London three years ago. And when you realize

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

as he had appeared, he disappeared into the bustling crowd of people. Sophia held the piece of paper, staring at the address with a sense of

After a quick taxi ride back to her hotel, she found herself unable to enjoy the rest of

ordered a room service of coffee and muffins. These creature comforts would keep

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.

uncover the truth. She knew that the address alone wouldn’t suffice; she needed more information

shifted her focus and decided to access the website of London’s town planning. It was a meticulous process, navigating through bureaucratic databases, property

It didn’t take long for her to confirm the existence of an old man named Christopher Johnson connected to the

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

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

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

later, the stranger appeared, his steps brisk and purposeful. His arrival disrupted the silence that had settled around the dilapidated building. With a

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

for 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

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