After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

#91 “I Want You to Do Some Research on the Sophia Case.”

Alexander returned to the hotel. Determined to untangle the web of deception, Alexander sought solace on the sofa, armed with a pen and a sheet of paper. He had decided to write down everything incriminating about Sophia on a sheet of paper. This simple act, a cathartic release, was a technique he had honed over the years.

The television droned on, broadcasting the latest developments in Sophia’s case. Alexander, immersed in his thoughts, meticulously scrutinized the charge sheet. He unreservedly believed that Sophia was telling the truth, he had seen it in her eyes as they sat in the apartment that was supposed to be her grandfather’s. Sophia couldn’t have lied to him, which made him think Cassie was the one not telling the truth.

As he chewed on the end of the pen, Alexander couldn’t shake the suspicion that Cassie, the girlfriend of the deceased, held the key to the truth. It was suspicious to Alexander that the deceased had notified his girlfriend in advance of a threat.

He thought it was over-planned, meaning he expected the worst. The man had shown a photo of Sophia, a photo that had so fittingly ended up in the police the other day. Every piece of evidence was so neat that it was impossible.

There are thousands of criminal cases in which years go by without finding a perpetrator or solid evidence, and there are thousands of perfectly stacked evidence against Sophia.

Alexander thought it was comical. Even if she imagined a sleazy lawyer like Sophia Johnson was involved in drug dealings, why would she be so careless in her work? Why would she go out on her own to make a drug deal when the risk is so great?

The risks involved, the sheer impracticality of her engaging in such a venture with her financial means, baffled him. It wouldn’t make sense for a petite woman like her to do such a dirty job as handling a drug selling herself. She would hire some man to do the deal.

Alexander shook his head at the absurdity, angry at the detectives for not seeing through such an obvious detail. He decided that if he wanted to help Sophia he had to start with Cassie.

Mechanically, Alexander dialed his assistant, Laura, the sound of typing on the other end indicating her readiness.

“Laura, I have a task for you,”

focus

Stone. How can I help?” Laura

case. I want to know everything about the deceased and his girlfriend, Cassie-anything that can serve me,” Alexander ordered, his voice laced

it,” Laura replied. Undeterred, Alexander took matters into his own hands. He retraced Sophia’s steps, revisiting locations from the day before and the day of the incident. He hoped to discover any overlooked clues or lingering traces that might shed light on

if the city had swallowed the breadcrumbs of

these enigmatic dead ends, Alexander grappled with

sank into the plush sofa and instinctively reached for the remote. Clicking on the television, he was met with the glaring reality of Sophia’s predicament.

screens with a haunting aura. The news anchors, their voices a blend of speculation and conviction, narrated the tale of a well-known American lawyer suspected of committing murder on the streets of London. The vibrant city, usually indifferent to the personal dramas of its transient inhabitants, had become

residents, caught in the surge of sensationalism, had already rendered their verdict. The collective sentiment, amplified by the relentless hum of news cycles, demanded retribution. Calls for the swift apprehension and punishment of the alleged perpetrator echoed through the airwaves, drowning out any

hotel room, Alexander felt the weight of public opinion pressing upon him. As

pacing the room, anxiety gnawing at him

more, Alexander made his way outside. The city, usually indifferent to individual dramas, carried on with its relentless pace. He retraced Sophia’s steps, navigating the labyrinthine streets with an urgency that matched the fervor of his

the surveillance footage that might hold the key to unraveling the enigma. The security cameras, silent

nocturnal tableau. However, the figure in question

yielded little clarity. He can see Sophia talking with the man she informed the police about. In the video, he can see that he was giving something to

room exhausted, the air thick with tension. He needed

order something to eat, his phone pinged with a new email. It was from his secretary, bringing updates on the investigation. With

Important Case Update

Sophia Johnson

Dear Mr. Stone,

you well. I’ve conducted further research into the Sophia Johnson