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.”

goes beyond mere coincidence. They set a trap, and Sophia walked right

need to expose them. I will make sure that this evidence

echoed the sentiment,

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

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

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,

creaked open, revealing Cassie. Her eyes widened

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

an eyebrow. “You were the man from the police

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

eyes flickered with surprise and apprehension. “I’ve already told the police everything

providing false information, now is the time to set things right. Go to the police station and correct your

“I don’t know what you’re talking

lit interior of the apartment. Luxury shopping bags lay scattered on the floor, a stark

door creaked shut behind him, leaving Cassie alone. Alexander left happy, he got the confirmation he wanted. He knew that Cassie was lying

and purposeful, he made his way to the police station, the echoes of his footsteps

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.

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 Detective Turner’s

found the detective engrossed in paperwork. He cleared his

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

motioned for Alexander to sit, his pen poised above the notepad.