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.”

mere coincidence. They set a

surge of determination ignited within Alexander. “We need to expose them. I will make sure that this evidence goes to the police

echoed the sentiment, “OK,

Benjamin discussed a few more details before hanging up. Alexander knew he wouldn’t

up his jacket and left the hotel room once again that day. He no longer felt tired or hungry. He just wanted to end this horror as quickly as possible. But before going to the police station he wanted to

air hung heavy with tension as Alexander approached the home of the deceased. He took a moment to steady himself, the gravity of the situation pressing on his shoulders. He raised his hand and knocked firmly

Her eyes

gaze, his expression

arched an eyebrow. “You

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 information

and apprehension. “I’ve already told

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 station and correct your statement. Help us

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

moment and peered past Cassie into the dimly lit interior of the apartment. Luxury shopping bags

to leave. The door creaked shut behind him, leaving Cassie alone.

of revelations and the responsibility that now rested on his shoulders. Swift and purposeful, he made his way to the police station, the echoes of his footsteps mirroring

a bastion of 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

him to Detective Turner’s office. As Alexander navigated the labyrinthine corridors, anticipation mingled

found the detective engrossed in paperwork. He

Alexander wasted no time. “I’ve got information that could change the course of this investigation. I need

Turner motioned for Alexander to sit, his