After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

#159 “Who Told You About Kyle?”

Evelyn’s eyes darted between the two men, desperation and fear mingling in her gaze. Her mind raced, urgently seeking an escape route from the perilous situation that had befallen her.

“No one sent me,” she responded, her voice a delicate mix of nervousness and defiance.

The men exchanged a knowing glance, suspicion lingering in the air. One of them, his tone accusatory, retorted, Then why was there a cop with you? I assume you’re also from the police.”

Evelyn, though fear gnawed at her, let out a strained grunt of frustration. ” Please. Do I look like a cop to you? I can’t even do a sit-up.” The attempt at levity, however feeble, served as her defense in the face of their intense scrutiny.

The room seemed to hold its breath as the men considered her response. Evelyn’s heart pounded in her chest, the seconds ticking away like an ominous countdown. Finally, one of them spoke, his voice cold and demanding.

“For the last time, why were you looking into Kyle Vitali’s life?”

Evelyn thought that if she said she was Kyle’s ex the men might decide to do something to him too. She didn’t know what his relationship was with these people, but since he stopped going there, things must not have gone well, Evelyn thought. She decided to lie.

Evelyn swallowed nervously before responding, “I… I just heard some things. Rumors, you know? I was curious, that’s all.”

The men exchanged skeptical glances, unconvinced by her explanation. The atmosphere in the room grew more charged with tension.

“Who told you about Kyle?” the other man demanded, his tone harsh.

Evelyn hesitated, grappling with the internal struggle between self- preservation and the pressure to divulge information. “It was just people talking in the neighborhood. I didn’t think it was a big deal.”

closer, his eyes narrowing. “Don’t play games with us. What’s your real connection to Kyle

connection to him. I was just curious,” Evelyn pleaded, her eyes wide with

chair. “You better start telling the truth if you know what’s good

for a way out of the increasingly

know

skepticism etched across their faces. After a brief, silent communication, one of them nodded

talk to us,

and unyielding. She was

found herself in her office, immersed in a sea of paperwork that had accumulated after recent dates with Alexander. Despite the workload, she cherished the time spent with him, considering it

the second line,” the secretary announced,

Sophia inquired, pausing before picking

serious, said it’s

simply called her

the call,”

unexpected call from Dane,

Samoa, a third division police

Is there a problem?” Sophia asked, puzzled by the

I’m not calling on official business,” Dane chuckled. ” It’s about Evelyn. She’s a close friend of mine and asked

Evelyn’s involving the police seemed extreme, but she appreciated her