After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

#89 “I Have Few Names in Mind.”

Alexander’s anxiety had reached its zenith as he grappled with the relentless barrage of adversity that seemed to envelop Sophia. Every turn of events, every new piece of evidence, conspired against her.

The swiftness with which the police had arrived at the crime scene, the damning circumstances surrounding the incident, all pointed to a sinister plot that aimed to frame her. He could not stand idly by and watch the woman he loved suffer under this mounting storm.

It was his secretary who had summoned him, urging him to watch the news. There was a sense of foreboding in her voice as she spoke over the phone, making it clear that the situation had escalated.

Alexander’s hands trembled slightly as he reached for the remote control and turned on the television. The news anchor’s voice echoed through the room, and the screen displayed the headline of the hour: “High-Profile Murder Case Unfolds in London.”

The news segment offered a chilling account of the previous night’s events. Dramatic music underlined the grim tone of the report, and images of the crime scene flashed across the screen.

A cluster of police cars and flashing sirens created a stark tableau of chaos and crime. The reporters painted a vivid picture of the police’s swift response to a murder at a high-end apartment in London, complete with the discovery of a lifeless body and a suspect being detained at the scene.

Alexander’s heart sank as he watched the footage, knowing full well who that detained suspect was. The story painted Sophia as a prominent figure, now ensnared in a criminal investigation. Her reputation was on the line, and the battle to clear her name seemed more formidable than ever.

With clenched fists, Alexander knew that he couldn’t simply stand by and watch Sophia’s life unravel on live television. Determination surged through him as he decided to take matters into his own hands. It was time to do whatever it took to unearth the truth and clear Sophia’s name, no matter how deep the conspiracy ran.

stark, sterile interrogation room, Sophia sat composed and collected, her mind sharp and her wits about her. The harsh overhead light cast an unforgiving glow across the plain table, where her hands were neatly folded. Across from her, two police officers observed her closely, ready to scrutinize her every word and

Harrison, cleared his throat and began the interrogation. “Miss Johnson, thank you for your cooperation. Let’s

“Of course, Detective. I’ll do my best to recount everything as accurately as

the promise of information about him, how she had been struck from behind, rendering her unconscious, and the surreal moment she awoke with a gun clutched in her hand, next to a

Johnson, can you remember any details about the person who lured you to the apartment? Anything that could help

The person who contacted me remained quite vague about their identity. He recognized me on the street and called me by name, but did not introduce

skepticism. She knew her situation was delicate, and

Turner leaned forward, studying her closely. “Miss Johnson, did you recognize the

head, her voice unwavering. “No, I’m afraid not. I had never seen him before.

nodded at her responses. “You have no idea why this man might be related to

Sophia replies bluntly. “What about the apartment, you mentioned it was your grandfather’s. What was

in, his tone grave. “Miss Johnson, we’ve conducted a thorough investigation into the apartment where these events took place. It has been vacant for three years, and there is no record of anyone named Christopher Johnson

your findings, Detective, but that apartment belonged to my grandfather. He might not have been the official tenant, but it was

Don’t you know your family property?” the detective asks

I came to London to find out

used as a drug den for some time now, frequented by addicts for drug use and trafficking. We found paraphernalia

can’t explain the current state of the apartment, but I assure you, my

proceeded to present a small bag of white powder, the same substance found in the deceased’s pocket. He placed it on the table in front of Sophia. “We also discovered this in the victim’s possession. Miss Johnson, this