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.

on this sheet. It’s where your grandfather resided in London three

accepted it, her skepticism turning into curiosity. Before departing, the man issued

the bustling crowd of people. Sophia held the piece of paper, staring at the address with a sense of

urgency 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

With the note 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 into the

eyes

Sophia was determined to uncover the truth. She knew that the address alone wouldn’t suffice; she needed more information to connect the dots.

and decided to access the website of London’s town planning. It was a meticulous process, navigating through bureaucratic databases, property records, and municipal resources. She was aware that the answers to her questions might be buried deep within this labyrinth

Johnson connected to the address she had been

of anticipation, she drafted a text message and sent it to

concise response: “Wait for me there.” A smile of satisfaction played on Sophia’s lips as

sky as Sophia stood in front of the address, waiting for the stranger. She looked around the building from the outside. There was nothing special about it, just an

disrupted the silence that had settled around the dilapidated building. With a

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 forgotten corners. The place felt frozen in an era long

gestured 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 furniture, and every potential hiding place

meticulously examined the spaces, her fingers tracing patterns in the dust.