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 in the air

ransom money. They ushered Alexander in as they counted the money. There was nothing in the room but

Dante kept his

less,” announces one of the gang members. Dante’s expectations weren’t met, and frustration

distance, held his breath, acutely aware that the situation was teetering on the edge. He took a step

out. How about you confirm Sophia’s safety first? I’ll transfer the remaining amount directly to your account once I know she’s okay,” Alexander

members exchanged dubious glances, suspicion festering like a poisonous seed. They huddled in a tense

one on us, aren’t you?” accused

not here to mess around,” Alexander pleaded, frustration bubbling beneath

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

a spy! I’m just trying to

pounced on

don’t like snitches at all. And if you want to see Sophia so much, we will

cold, hard ground met Alexander as he was unceremoniously forced to sit, his predicament echoing the grim reality of

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her worry escalating with every distant sound. Her

dim light, disbelief washing over her as the

her voice a mix of shock

did you…

face for answers, a myriad of thoughts racing through her mind. The unexpected sight of him in this dire situation left her both bewildered

who had occupied his thoughts day and night, now right in front of him. The urge to embrace her, to provide some semblance of comfort, clashed with the reality of his bound hands. He dreaded the possibility

sense the flood of questions behind

hurt you?” Alexander bombarded her with