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.”

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

“We need to expose them. I will make sure that this

sentiment, “OK,

more details before hanging up. Alexander knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep knowing how close he was to finding proof

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

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 on the door,

eyes

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

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

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

apprehension. “I’ve already told the police everything

and your testimony is crucial. Whatever your motives were for providing

know what you’re talking about. I’ve told

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

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

mind buzzed with the weight 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

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.

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

found the detective engrossed in paperwork. He cleared his throat, drawing

professionalism and curiosity. Alexander wasted no time. “I’ve got information that could change the

Alexander to sit, his pen