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?”

know he loves me, Sophia, but something is stopping him from

do you

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

eyes.

a cocktail, then come over here

the digital realm,

kitchen to whip up a potent cocktail, sensing that this investigation was going to require more

“Here’s to solving the

a sip. The tang of the vodka

sofa, side by side,

that seemed odd. “Look, here’s an article about a heroic journalist named Kyle Vennillia who exposed corruption

That is strange. How can someone have zero online presence in this

want to find out. I need to know who he was before he became

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

and curiosity, muttered, “He can’t just erase his entire

not to do it, you keep looking for information?” Sophia asked

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