After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

#90 “That Person was Sophia.”

As Alexander listened to the lawyer’s detailed account of Sophia’s situation, he found himself not only impressed by the legal expertise but also deeply moved by Sophia’s resilience in the face of adversity.

In the midst of such a grave situation, she exhibited a calm and composed demeanor that set her apart.

Alexander couldn’t help but reflect on Sophia’s unique qualities. It wasn’t just her intelligence or beauty that stood out; it was her strength of character, the way she faced challenges head-on, and her ability to remain level-headed even in the darkest of times.

At that moment, he felt an even stronger resolve to stand by her side and use every available resource to uncover the truth. Determined to prove Sophia’s innocence, Alexander vowed to leave no stone unturned in the search for evidence.

The atmosphere in the interrogation room shifted as the police entered, carrying a somber air of authority. In their hands, they held a pivotal piece of evidence the deceased’s phone, purportedly containing text messages exchanged between Sophia and the victim.

The revelation cast a shadow over the room, as Sophia and her lawyer exchanged uneasy glances, bracing for the impact of this newfound evidence.

The lead investigator, a stern-faced detective, cleared his throat before addressing Sophia and her legal representation. “Ms. Johnson, we’ve uncovered text messages on the deceased’s phone that seem to suggest a connection between you and him.

Care to explain?”

Sophia’s mind raced as she processed the implications of the alleged text messages. The room felt constricting, and she was acutely aware of the weight of the situation. She exchanged a quick glance with her lawyer, who maintained a stoic expression, ready to respond.

I can assure you that I have no knowledge of any text messages between the deceased and myself. I’ve never communicated with

otherwise. They discuss a meeting at the very location where the incident

to examine those messages ourselves. It’s not uncommon for digital communication to be manipulated or misconstrued. We request the

for a moment, then nodded. “Fine, but remember,

left the room,

contacts, scouring for any leads that

mix of desperation and determination. Her eyes scanned the room until

case?” she asked,

guard, nodded.” Yes, I’m here for someone close to me. Do

Cassie,” she began, her voice shaky with emotion. “I’m here because the murdered man is my boyfriend.” She paused, letting the weight of her

etched across his face, motioned

on Alexander. “And if he didn’t contact me today, he said I should

nodded, urging her to go

a photo of the person he was going to meet,” Cassie revealed, her voice catching. “And that person… that person

in the air, thick with tension. Alexander took a moment to process the information

gallery. She handed the device to Alexander, who studied the image. The photograph portrayed

person your boyfriend was meeting?” Alexander asked, a hint of skepticism in his voice. Cassie nodded, her eyes pleading for understanding.

situation considerably. Suppressing his apprehension, he made a decision to stay behind and learn

questioning, Alexander followed suit. In the interrogation room, Cassie held her ground, maintaining that her boyfriend

boyfriend had shared with her evidence

the case, decided to confront Sophia with this newfound information.