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.

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 I’m telling the truth,

turning into curiosity. Before departing, the man issued

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 unable to enjoy the rest of the day. The

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

her search. She Googled the address, inputting the street name given by the stranger. Her eyes scanned

needed more information to connect the dots. Her next

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

confirm the existence of an old man named Christopher Johnson connected

Sophia 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 to meet at the front

she received the stranger’s concise response: “Wait for me there.” A smile of satisfaction played on Sophia’s lips as she leaned back in

stranger. She looked around the building from the outside. There was

disrupted the silence that had settled around the dilapidated building. With a nod, he invited Sophia

long 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 forgotten corners. The place felt frozen in an

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 for clues

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