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?”

Sophia, but something is stopping him from being with me, and I want to know what it is,”

you

I just can’t explain it to you, but I’m sure he loves

friend’s eyes. ” If you think so. How can I

cocktail, then come over here to dig up the

into the digital realm, seeking answers to the enigma

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

two glasses in hand, Sophia handed one to Evelyn. “Here’s to solving the mystery of Kyle Vennillia, “she declared, raising her glass

sip. The tang of the vodka provided a brief distraction from the heavy atmosphere in the

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

articles on the laptop, pointing out details that seemed odd. “Look, here’s an article about a heroic journalist named Kyle Vennillia who exposed corruption in the city. But before this,

is strange. How can someone have zero online presence

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

breadcrumbs that could lead them to Kyle’s past. As they dug deeper, the

a mix of frustration and curiosity, muttered, “He can’t just erase his entire existence.

he asked you not to do it, you keep looking

her cocktail, contemplating the complexity of relationships. “I just wish he’d be honest