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.”

information. “Thanks for the heads up. You better make sure nothing happens to Sophia while I mess with my

assured, “I’ll take care of

a storm of determination in his eyes. He reached for his keys, ready

of Evelyn, his woman, and no one dared threaten what belonged to Kyle without facing the consequences.

Alexander continued to pace at the airport, his worry escalating with each passing moment. The airport, once filled with the anticipation of a getaway, now felt like a cage of uncertainty.

out of his restless thoughts. Kyle’s voice echoed through the receiver, sharp and determined. “I’ve got

as he hung up. At least they were making progress. But the ominous cloud of worry lingered, casting a shadow over the anticipated

of his powerful car a symphony of impending retribution. The warehouse on 7th Street awaited. Kyle’s expression

tore through the city streets. As he approached the old warehouse on 7th Street, shadows danced along the weathered

anyone who dared linger in the vicinity. The entrance loomed ahead, a portal to the unknown where Evelyn was held captive. Kyle’s hand tightened around the grip of his concealed

warehouse. The atmosphere was thick with the scent of dampness and

acute senses were on high alert. Every step carried the weight of a promise –

his instincts guiding him to the heart of the warehouse. There, in a dimly lit corner, he saw Evelyn bound and guarded

surprise and relief as she saw Kyle approaching. The room seemed to vibrate with an unspoken understanding that

into the dimly lit corner of the warehouse, the captors’ faces registered a mix of recognition and fear. Their confidence wavered as they came face to

we didn’t know she was yours. We apologize,” stammered one of

into them, his expression unforgiving. “You should’ve thought twice before crossing paths with her. From now on, you do nothing without my knowledge.