After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

#92 “It Could be A Game-Changer.”

After reading the email, Alexander decided to contact Benjamin to tell him what he had found and to ask him how things were going with the investigation Benjamin was conducting.

“Tell me you found something Alexander,” Benjamin says by way of greeting.

“I have something. I’m emailing you what my secretary found,” Alexander says. Alexander’s fingers click quickly on the keyboard as he forwards the email.

There was a long pause while Benjamin read all the information. Alexander also went through the ranks again and again.

“Interesting…” Benjamin drawls.

“What’s interesting?” Alexander hurriedly asks. “Tell me you got something too.”

“I checked the cameras near the apartment where the murder happened, “Benjamin begins.

“And?” prompts Alexander.

“I traced the mysterious man’s movements. He appeared in the vicinity before Sophia entered the abandoned apartment. The surveillance footage shows him with a black bag, and it’s clear that he was orchestrating events from the shadows.”

The words hung in the air, a revelation that unraveled the tightly wound threads of deception. Alexander’s mind raced, connecting the dots. “This wasn’t some random encounter. They planned this – the mysterious man and the deceased’s girlfriend. They wanted to frame Sophia.”

was laden with conviction, “Exactly. This goes beyond mere coincidence. They set a trap, and Sophia walked right

determination ignited within Alexander. “We need to expose them. I will make

sentiment, “OK, keep me

few more details before hanging up. Alexander knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep knowing

He just wanted to end this horror as quickly as possible. But before going to the police station he wanted to gather

tension as Alexander approached the home of the deceased. He took a moment to steady himself, the gravity of the situation pressing on

revealing Cassie. Her eyes widened in surprise at the

I help you?” Cassie asked a feigned innocence in her voice. Alexander met her gaze, his expression serious. “I’m

guarded demeanor faltered, and she arched an eyebrow. “You were

friend of Sophia Johnson,” he replied, his tone unwavering. “She’s detained as a suspect, and I know she’s being

surprise and apprehension. “I’ve already told the police everything I know,”

crucial. Whatever your motives were for providing false information, now is the time to set things right. Go to the police station and correct your statement. Help us find

hesitated, her composure slipping. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’ve told them the

of the apartment.

creaked shut behind him, leaving Cassie alone. Alexander left happy, he got the confirmation he wanted. He knew that Cassie was lying and he knew how

the responsibility that now rested on his shoulders. Swift and

station loomed ahead, a bastion of justice that now held the key to Sophia’s freedom. Alexander’s breath caught in his throat as he entered,

need to speak with someone in charge,” Alexander declared, his voice unwavering. The officer, ever vigilant, directed him to Detective Turner’s office. As Alexander navigated the labyrinthine corridors, anticipation mingled with

detective engrossed in paperwork. He cleared his throat, drawing Turner’s

Detective Turner asked his tone a blend of professionalism and curiosity. Alexander wasted no time.

for Alexander to sit, his pen poised above the notepad. “Go