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 trap, and

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

sentiment, “OK,

wouldn’t be able to sleep knowing how

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

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

eyes

I help you?” Cassie asked a feigned innocence in her voice. Alexander met her gaze, his expression serious. “I’m looking for answers, Cassie. Answers that could save an innocent

faltered, and she arched an eyebrow.

his tone unwavering. “She’s detained as a suspect, and I know she’s being wrongly accused. I believe you have information that

apprehension. “I’ve already

testimony is crucial. Whatever your motives were for providing false information, now is the time to set things right. Go

know what you’re talking about. I’ve

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

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 Cassie was lying and he knew how to

now rested on his shoulders. Swift and purposeful, he made his way to the police station, the echoes of

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,

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 anxiety. The door to

engrossed in paperwork. He cleared his throat,

asked his tone a blend of professionalism and curiosity. Alexander wasted no time. “I’ve got information

motioned for Alexander to sit, his pen poised above the