After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

#150 “Why don’t We Try Kyle Vitali?

When Evelyn stepped into Sophia’s apartment, the soft hum of city life outside seemed a world away from the storm brewing within her. Clutched in her hand was a laptop, a tool she intended to use to unravel the mystery that had cast a shadow over her relationship.

“It won’t happen like that,” Evelyn spat out angrily, her greeting replaced by frustration. “He’s hiding something from me.”

Sophia, surprised by the abrupt shift in the atmosphere, closed the door behind them. “Wow, you went from sad to angry fast,” she remarked, observing Evelyn’s tense demeanor.

Evelyn settled onto the sofa, her eyes fixed on the laptop screen. “I started following this story. I didn’t find anything interesting about Kyle Vennillia. That’s because there is no KYLE VENNILLIA,” she muttered, frustration evident in her voice.

“What does this mean?” Sophia, now confused, approached the computer.

“His name appears only under the articles he wrote, but before that, there was no one with that name. There’s no F****k profile, it’s not in the directories, nothing,” Evelyn explained, her tone a mix of confusion and determination.

“Maybe he didn’t live here,” Sophia suggested cautiously. “Do you want something to drink?”

“Something with vodka because I’m playing detective tonight. I’m sick of him playing me. If he won’t tell me who he is, I’ll find out in another way.”

“Evelyn, honey, why don’t you just rest?”

but something is stopping

do you

see how he looks at me, how he touches me, I just can’t explain it to you, but

friend’s eyes. ”

a cocktail, then come over

into the digital realm, seeking answers to the

to whip up a potent cocktail, sensing that this investigation was going to require more than just a clear mind. As she concocted the drink, Evelyn continued

to Evelyn. “Here’s to solving the mystery of Kyle Vennillia,

The tang of the vodka provided a brief distraction from

the sofa, side by side, Sophia asked, “So, where

Vennillia who exposed corruption in the city. But before this, there’s no trace of him anywhere. It’s like he just appeared out of

interest piqued. ” That is strange. How can

what I want to find out. I need to know who he was before he became this ‘heroic journalist’,” Evelyn replied, determination

searching for any breadcrumbs that could lead them to Kyle’s past. As they dug deeper, the clock ticked away, and the

fueled by a mix of frustration and curiosity, muttered, “He can’t just erase his entire existence. There has to

do it, you keep

contemplating the complexity of relationships. “I just wish he’d be honest with me. I deserve to know