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.

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

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

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 she couldn’t deny the intrigue that

ride back to her hotel, she found herself

hand, she ordered a room service of

address, inputting the street name given by the stranger. Her eyes scanned

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

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

and databases, 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. Her heart quickened as she realized that the stranger had not led her astray. It was clear that her grandfather had indeed lived

felt 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

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

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

brisk and purposeful. His arrival disrupted the silence that had settled around the dilapidated building.

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 era long past, isolated and

let on. She began her search, each step echoing through the

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