After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

#163 “This is My Woman.”

Kyle’s blood boiled, his jaw clenching with a lethal intensity.

“Some woman, huh?” Kyle growled through gritted teeth, his voice carrying the dangerous edge of a predator. “This is my woman,” he roared, a declaration laced with possessiveness that echoed through the air.

“Yours?”

“Yes, mine. If I find out that a hair has fallen from her head…” Kyle’s threat hung in the air, a warning to anyone who dared harm what belonged to him.

“Relax, she is fine. However, she will be interrogated soon, and as far as you know, they don’t carry phones. I will call to get her released, but I make no promises. And for Sophia, you have to deal with Alberto alone. I’ll call his people to let them know you’re coming.

“I’ll go to Evelyn first, and you contact Alberto. Tell him that if anything happens to Sophia by the time I get to him, we’ll have a problem.”

“I was texting him as we speak,” he replies. “He says he will refrain from violence but will not let Sophia go until you go in person.”

“Tell me where Evelyn’s address is and keep in touch with Alberto during this time. Keep me posted.”

“She’s at the old warehouse on 7th Street, but Kyle, you need to be cautious.”

on Kyle’s lips as he absorbed the information. “Thanks for the heads up. You better make sure nothing happens to Sophia while I mess with

assured, “I’ll take care of it, Kyle. Just get there

call, a storm of determination in his eyes. He reached for his keys, ready to unleash the fury that only someone like

without facing

of a getaway, now felt like

Kyle’s voice echoed through the receiver, sharp and determined. “I’ve got

hung up. At least they were making progress. But the ominous cloud of worry lingered, casting a

in the city, Kyle revved his engine, the roar of his powerful car a symphony of impending retribution. The warehouse on 7th Street awaited. Kyle’s expression

the city streets. As he approached the old warehouse on 7th

ahead, a portal to the unknown where Evelyn was held captive. Kyle’s hand tightened around the grip of his concealed

Kyle entered the dimly lit warehouse. The atmosphere was thick with the scent of dampness and foreboding,

senses were on high alert. Every step carried the weight of a promise – a promise to protect what was his and unleash fury upon those who dared cross that

He followed the sound, his instincts guiding him to the heart of

surprise and relief as she saw Kyle approaching. The room seemed

As he stepped into the dimly lit corner of the warehouse, the captors’ faces registered a mix of recognition and fear. Their confidence

she was yours. We apologize,” stammered one of the captors, his

thought twice before crossing paths with