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.

bag on the floor and immediately picked it up. She went fumbling for her phone, she had to call

“Shit,” she cursed softly.

ground. As Sophia crouched behind the door, her hand

she was ensnared in this grim tableau.

sliced through the tense silence, her command ringing clear and unwavering. “Raise your hands and turn around slowly,” she demanded, her finger poised on

that of her assailant but of Alexander, her eyes meeting his in mutual astonishment. However, Sophia didn’t lower the weapon just

confusion present in his tone as he attempted to explain

“Sophia, what the hell…”

was

as he attempted to convey his intentions.

to press for answers. “Why are you in London, Alexander?

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

sigh, Sophia lowered the gun, though she didn’t release her grip on it. Alexander cautiously

her suspicions still simmering beneath the surface. Sophia didn’t relinquish the weapon,

wanted to contact you if you needed help with anything, but you didn’t answer me for a very long time. I got worried and decided something was wrong and went looking for you,” he says quickly. “Apparently I

of their encounter, Sophia probed further. “How did you

clarity, responded with a note of worry in his voice. “I had my people search

trembling slightly as she released

in questioning her. ” Alright, Sophia. Start from the beginning. Why were

but found herself struggling to articulate the sequence of events. Her voice trembled slightly as she spoke. “I… I received a message

and his eyes widened with disbelief