After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

#126 “You’re in Way Over Your Head.”

The door swung open with a force that signaled the entry of trouble. A man, dressed in all black, strutted into the restaurant. His presence sent a shiver down the spines of the diners, the air thickening with an ominous tension. He was a mountain of a man, draped in a leather jacket that seemed to cling to his intimidating frame.

His face, etched with scars and adorned with a scruffy beard, was a canvas of menace. A pair of cold, calculating eyes scanned the room, making the patrons uneasy. The thug’s mere appearance was a statement, a declaration that trouble had just stepped into the cozy eatery.

The man wasted no time; he approached Lisa with an air of arrogance. “Close this place down. Vacate the premises,” he commanded, his words dripping with a threatening undertone.

Lisa stands in front of the man and crosses her arms in front of her chest. ” It won’t do. Stop showing up uninvited,” she scolds him.

He laughs loudly in front of her. “You can’t stop me from showing on my lands. The will has taken effect, this land is now mine, and I plan to sell it,” he declared.

Lisa stood her ground. “This restaurant is something that Mike and I worked hard to start, and I won’t give up just like that. As for that will, I don’t think it’s real.”

The thug’s face contorted into an ugly mask of anger, his voice a thunderous roar. “Are you questioning me? I tell you, I have the right to inherit this land, and you have no right to stay here!

Lisa, defiant and unyielding, shot back, “I’m not questioning you; I’m questioning that will. I believe the law will give us a fair judgment.”

The thug, with a menacing laugh, responded, “The law? Sweetheart, the law bends to people like me. I suggest you pack up before things get messy.”

Lisa crossed her arms, undeterred. “I won’t be bullied. This is our livelihood, and I won’t let you take it away unjustly.

The confrontation unfolded like a scene from a gritty drama. Emotions ran high, the once vibrant atmosphere now replaced with palpable tension. Some customers, sensing the impending storm, hastily abandoned their meals and fled the restaurant, leaving behind a lingering sense of chaos.

The thug, not one to be easily deterred, continued his tirade. “You’re playing with fire, lady. This land is mine now, and there’s nothing you can do about it.

Amid the escalating conflict, a young boy with fire in his eyes stood in front of Lisa. “Leave my mom alone! We won’t go anywhere!”

The thug, with a callous sneer, dismissed the boy. “Kid, you’re in way over your head.”

burning in his gaze. “I don’t care! You can’t just come in here

warning you, if you don’t get out of my way, I’m going to

boy doesn’t hesitate. He does not move from his place and looks straight into

you steal my parents’

a menacing step forward, attempting to intimidate the courageous boy. “You’re making a

to her son. “You won’t lay a finger on my child, and you certainly won’t take away what

anxiously await the next move. The thug, undeterred, sneers at the boy. “Last chance, kid.

holds his ground. “We’re not going

fists, ready to escalate the situation. The air becomes thick with anticipation, waiting

to bear witness to the distressing scene any longer, Sandro and Sophia felt

steely resolve. “This is outrageous. I am going

with determination, agreed. “I am

resolute steps, they approached the escalating conflict, ready to confront the thug and protect Lisa and

a determined expression, reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. “You better

just bully people out of their property. The law will

The potential consequences of legal action seemed to dawn on him, and

shook his head, watching the thug retreat. “Some people think they can bulldoze their way through

Sophia and Sandro’s hands. Her eyes, filled with gratitude,

something

etched on their faces, Sophia and Sandro sat down with Lisa,

But then his brother shows up, claiming there’s a new will that gives him most of the property. I don’t believe it for a second. Mike wouldn’t do

a real

voice. “You have no idea. He’s been making life hell for us,

etched on her face. “Have you considered legal action? If the will is fake, you might

afford a lawyer. And without