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

skepticism turning into curiosity. Before departing, the man issued a

at the address with a sense of foreboding. It was a

taxi ride back to her hotel, she found herself unable to enjoy the rest of the day. The mysterious address on the paper

in her hand, she ordered a room service of coffee and muffins. These creature comforts would keep her alert and focused as she delved into the mystery at

small table 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

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

meticulous process, navigating through bureaucratic databases, property records, and municipal resources.

old man named Christopher Johnson connected to the address she had

and sent it to the phone number he had provided, arranging to meet at the front of the apartment

heart quickened as she received the stranger’s concise response: “Wait for me there.” A smile of satisfaction

in front of the address, waiting for the stranger. She looked around the building from the outside. There was nothing

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

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 forgotten corners. The place felt frozen in an era long past, isolated and neglected by the world

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

her fingers tracing patterns in the dust. Cobwebs clung