After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

#93 “We’re Doing This Together.”

Sophia sat in the small uncomfortable detention room. She had walked around it several times already because she just couldn’t sit still.

She was constantly thinking about her case, but there was nothing she could do to get evidence while she was locked up there. She hoped the detectives or her attorney would do a good job and free her shortly.

While she was thinking, a door opened and the detective who had been questioning her earlier appeared at the door.

“Sophia, there have been developments in the case,” he began, motioning for her to follow him into a small interrogation room.

Sophia followed swiftly the detective around the police station. Her body was tense from the accusation that was hanging around her and from the uncomfortable room she was staying in. As they entered the room, Detective Turner signaled for Sophia to take a seat, his gaze scrutinizing yet oddly sympathetic.

“I won’t beat around the bush,” he continued, choosing his words carefully. “We’ve uncovered evidence that suggests you weren’t the only person at the crime scene.”

Sophia remains calm. She knew she was innocent and was sure the truth would come to light at some point.

“You find proof of the man that led me into the apartment,” she said confident that was the only thing that might incriminate her.

Detective Turner produced a photograph and placed it on the table before her. Sophia smiled as she beheld the image – a blurred figure, the mysterious man who had lured her into the ominous apartment.

“I am sure you recognize this person?” Detective Turner inquired. Sophia nodded, her voice steady. “Yes, that’s the man who met me at the apartment. But who is he, and what does this mean for me?”

spotted around the apartment building in the days leading up to the incident.

the whereabouts of this mysterious man. However, for the time being, I must ask you not to leave London. There are still questions that

felt relief and apprehension. The weight of suspicion was shifting. She nodded in understanding, determination gleaming in

the truth to come to light,” she asserted. “Whatever it

Johnson, and for now you are free

floors. Sophia stepped

amidst the sea of stern law enforcement personnel, a familiar face emerged – Alexander. He stood near the entrance, smiling at her. Sophia’s

doing here?” she exclaimed with a surprise and gratitude coloring her

with a reassuring smile. “I’ve been working to gather evidence for you, Sophia. I couldn’t let you face this

his unwavering support. “I

know,” he interrupted gently, “but we’re

approached them. His stern demeanor softened slightly as he addressed

friend here has been quite busy on your behalf,” he said, gesturing toward

arched an eyebrow, curious about what Alexander had managed to uncover. Detective Turner led them to a quieter area, away from

nod of acknowledgment. “He personally retraced your steps and discovered

him? Alexander nodded, a glint of

hope. The pieces of the puzzle were falling into place,

her words. He smiled

you for now. Be careful, Miss Johnson,” the Detective replied eloquently before

lingered in Sophia’s eyes as she turned toward

her voice

a warm smile. “You don’t have to thank me, Sophia. As I said in the apartment before the police come we’re

emotions flickering across her usually composed expression.