After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

#132 “Even if it’s the Last Thing I Do in this World.”

Alexander had reached the designated meeting place, the weight of the suitcase containing the ransom money making his palms sweaty. Gripping it so tightly that his knuckles turned white, determination etched across his face, he was resolved to leave with Sophia unharmed.

The sight of a dilapidated building in the middle of the desert didn’t surprise him; it fit the cliché of an abandoned warehouse. A wry smile played on Alexander’s lips as he approached the ominous structure with decisive steps.

Two guards stationed at the entrance greeted him, weapons raised in suspicion. Alexander, fully aware of the tense situation, raised his hands in surrender, a gesture signaling he posed no threat.

“Who are you?” the first guard barked.

“I’m Sandro’s man. I’ve come to pay what’s necessary to free Sophia,” Alexander declared.

“Stand still,” the guards commanded in unison, their weapons still trained on him. A radio call was made to their boss, informing him of Sandro’s representative.

“Who is there? Where’s Sandro Vitali?” their boss roared through the radio.

“Sandro sent me. I have what you need, “Alexander responded, shaking the briefcase for emphasis.

An excruciatingly long minute passed before Dante, the ominous figure in charge, emerged from the entrance, his gun ominously raised.

“Why didn’t Vitali come and do his dirty work himself?” Dante shouted. Alexander, maintaining his composure, replied, “What does it matter? I’m carrying the money, right?”

“Drop the suitcase and take a few steps back,” Dante ordered, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.

Alexander complied, carefully placing the suitcase on the ground and taking measured steps backward. The impact caused the briefcase to spring open, revealing the stacks of cash inside. Dante’s face lit up with a sinister smile upon seeing the money.

the distance between them with a menacing stride. The tension

They ushered Alexander in as they counted the money. There was nothing in the room but a table and a

counting Dante kept his gun pointed at

the gang members. Dante’s expectations weren’t met, and frustration etched deep lines on his

palpable in his voice. Alexander, standing at a distance, held his breath, acutely aware that the situation was teetering on the edge. He took

confirm Sophia’s safety first? I’ll transfer the remaining amount directly to your account once I know she’s okay,” Alexander proposed, trying to

like a poisonous seed. They huddled in a tense discussion, their low murmurs echoing in the

pull a fast one on us, aren’t you?” accused one of the gang members,

just want to ensure Sophia’s safety. I’m not here to mess around,”

unswayed, shot a piercing look at Alexander. “Transfer them to our account? What do you think I am, an idiot? The money for such transactions is cash only. How do you think such a transaction would look in the eyes of the IRS? You might be a spy sent by Sandro or the

now facing an escalating crisis, attempted to defuse the mounting suspicion. “I’m not a

unexpected move, they pounced on Alexander, overpowering

if you want to see Sophia so much, we will take you to her especially,” Dante declared, a cruel smirk playing on his

as he was unceremoniously forced to sit, his predicament echoing the grim reality of the

*

outside, her worry escalating with every distant sound. Her attempts to maintain calmness seemed futile

washing over her as the familiar face became clear. It was Alexander. A whirlwind of emotions engulfed her –

voice a mix of shock

you… Are

a myriad of thoughts racing through her mind. The unexpected sight

room, his emotions were a tangled mess. Here was the person who had occupied his thoughts day and night, now right in front of him. The urge to embrace

surprise, and Alexander could sense the flood

fine, how are you? Did they hurt you?” Alexander bombarded her with