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.”

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

them. I will make sure that this evidence goes to

sentiment, “OK, keep me

and Benjamin discussed a few more details before hanging up. Alexander knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep knowing how

day. He no longer felt tired or hungry. He just wanted to end this horror as quickly

took a moment to steady himself, the gravity of the situation pressing on his shoulders. He raised his hand and knocked firmly

creaked open, revealing Cassie. Her eyes widened in surprise at the unexpected

Alexander met her gaze, his expression serious. “I’m looking for answers, Cassie. Answers that could

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

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

apprehension. “I’ve already told the

swayed, stepped closer. “I’m asking you to reconsider. Sophia is innocent, and your testimony is crucial. Whatever your motives were for providing false information, now is the time to set things right. Go to the police

slipping. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’ve told them

and peered past Cassie into the dimly lit interior of the apartment. Luxury shopping bags lay scattered on the floor, a

word, he turned to leave. The door creaked shut behind him, leaving Cassie alone. Alexander left

the responsibility that now rested on his shoulders. Swift and purposeful, he made

justice that now held the key to Sophia’s freedom. Alexander’s breath caught in his throat as he entered, the familiar scent of bureaucracy and diligence permeating the air. He approached the front desk, his eyes locking on the

vigilant, directed him to Detective Turner’s office. As Alexander navigated the labyrinthine

detective engrossed in paperwork. He cleared his throat,

and curiosity. Alexander wasted no time. “I’ve got information that could change the course of this investigation. I need you to act on it

Turner motioned for Alexander to sit, his pen poised