After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

#87 “Alright, Sophia, we will do this together.”

As Sophia’s consciousness waned and she teetered on the brink of oblivion, her last coherent thought was a desperate realization: someone was dragging her away. The world became a dizzying blur, her senses numbing as she surrendered to the encroaching darkness.

When Sophia finally regained consciousness, she found herself in an unfamiliar room within the same dilapidated apartment. The cold touch of a gun gripped tightly in her hand was an immediate, chilling reminder of her precarious situation. Her eyes darted around the room, trying to piece together the disconcerting puzzle that had become her reality.

On the creaking, decrepit bed lay a lifeless body, the pallor of death starkly contrasting with the tattered sheets and peeling wallpaper. A single gunshot wound to the chest marked the gruesome end that had befallen the unfortunate soul. Sophia’s analytical mind immediately went into overdrive.

The cold, unforgiving grip of the gun remained steadfast in her hand, its presence unsettling, as if daring her to make a move. Sophia’s training and instincts compelled her to secure the weapon, but the implications of the situation were evident. She was now holding a murder weapon, trapped in a room with a corpse.

Her remarkable composure, which had served her well in past situations, once again emerged to the forefront. Panic and fear tried to claw their way into her psyche, but Sophia was resolute in her determination to confront this nightmarish ordeal with a clear mind. She knew that in the midst of the darkness and danger, her rational and strategic thinking was her most potent ally.

Intriguingly, the odds were stacked against her. She recognized that her every action could be scrutinized and twisted against her. She needed to regain control of the situation. The inescapable conclusion was that she had been lured into a sinister trap, one that aimed to cast her as the perpetrator of a heinous crime, with no clear escape in sight.

With her heart beating steadily, Sophia began to survey the room for any clues or hidden mechanisms that might provide her with an opportunity to expose the truth. Every detail, every aspect of the scene, carried weight and significance. She had to outmaneuver her unseen adversary, to unravel the intricate web of deceit that had been spun around her.

The presence of the dead body was not coincidental. It was a message, a macabre narrative, aimed at her very psyche. As her eyes darted across the room, Sophia’s analytical prowess was focused on deciphering the grim tale that had been set in motion.

Yet, beneath the surface of her calm exterior, an unsettling question loomed – just how far would her adversary go to manipulate and destroy her life? The shadows of London concealed the answers, and she was determined to unearth the chilling truth before it was too late.

immediately picked it up. She went fumbling for her phone, she had to call for help. As she searched she tried not to look at the corpse. Her heart raced as she heard footsteps

“Shit,” she cursed softly.

As Sophia crouched behind the

where she was ensnared in

her command ringing clear

Sophia’s unyielding stance wavered, replaced by shock and disbelief. The face before her was not that of her assailant but of Alexander, her eyes meeting his in mutual astonishment. However, Sophia didn’t lower the weapon just yet, her guard remaining firmly

the silence, concern, and confusion present in

“Sophia, what the hell…”

still resting on the trigger, was quick to interrupt. “What are you

hands remained raised as he attempted to convey his intentions. ” I’ve been looking for you

didn’t lower her guard, continuing to press for answers. “Why are you in London, Alexander? Why did you look

sensing the urgency in her demeanor, offered his side of the story. “I called you and you didn’t answer me… Put that

the gun, though she didn’t release

first what you’re doing here,” she insisted, her suspicions still simmering beneath the surface. Sophia didn’t relinquish the weapon, even as it was no longer pointed

contact you if you needed help with anything, but you didn’t answer me for a very long time. I got worried and

grapple with the shock of their encounter,

of worry in his voice. “I had my people search for you. I

her body relax. Her pulse finally slowed down, her hand trembling slightly as she released her grip. She leaned against the wall, her

on her, wasted no time in questioning her. ” Alright, Sophia. Start from the beginning. Why were

trembled slightly as she spoke. “I… I received a message from

between them, he followed Sophia’s gaze, and his eyes widened with disbelief upon spotting the lifeless body