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.”

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within Alexander. “We need to expose them. I will make sure that this evidence goes to the

echoed the sentiment, “OK,

knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep knowing how close he was to

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 gather more

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

Cassie. Her eyes widened

Cassie asked a feigned innocence in her voice. Alexander met her gaze, his expression serious.

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

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

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

to be 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 station and

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

Cassie into the dimly lit interior of the apartment. Luxury shopping bags lay

lingered on the incongruity, and without another word, he turned to leave. The door creaked shut behind him, leaving Cassie alone. Alexander left happy, he got the confirmation he wanted. He knew that

with the weight of revelations and the responsibility that now rested on his shoulders. Swift and purposeful, he made his way to

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, the familiar scent of bureaucracy and diligence permeating the air. He approached the front desk, his eyes locking

unwavering. The officer, ever vigilant, directed him to Detective Turner’s office. As Alexander navigated the labyrinthine corridors, anticipation mingled

paperwork. He cleared his

you?” Detective Turner asked his tone a blend of professionalism and curiosity. Alexander wasted no time. “I’ve got information that could change the course of

sit, his pen poised above the notepad. “Go