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 for help. As she searched she tried not to look at the corpse. Her heart

“Shit,” she cursed softly.

ground. As Sophia crouched behind the door, her hand firmly grasping the gun, her senses

the room where she was ensnared in this

the figure rounded the corner and came into view, Sophia’s voice sliced through the tense silence, her command ringing clear and unwavering. “Raise your hands and turn around slowly,” she demanded,

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

broke the silence, concern, and confusion present in his

“Sophia, what the hell…”

still resting on the trigger, was

attempted to convey his intentions. ” I’ve been looking for you and…

guard, continuing to press for answers. “Why are you in London,

demeanor, offered his side of the story. “I called you and you didn’t

release her

the surface. Sophia

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

to grapple with the shock of their encounter, Sophia probed

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

pulse finally slowed down, her hand trembling slightly as she released her grip. She leaned against

in questioning her. ” Alright, Sophia. Start from the beginning. Why were you holding that gun?

message from a stranger about my grandfather,

distance between them, he followed Sophia’s gaze, and his eyes widened with disbelief upon