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.”

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

any connection to him. I was just

his grip on the chair. “You better start telling the truth if you

raced, desperately searching for a way out of the

don’t know

glances, skepticism etched across their faces. After a brief, silent communication, one

to talk to us,

the chair, their grip rough and unyielding. She was pulled up and dragged out of the apartment, stumbling under

of paperwork that had accumulated after recent dates with

second line,” the

for me?” Sophia inquired, pausing

said it’s related to Evelyn,”

wondering why Evelyn hadn’t simply called her directly if she wanted to

call,” Sophia finally

phone, curious about the unexpected

Sophia. I’m Dane Samoa, a third division

there a problem?” Sophia asked, puzzled by the

Evelyn. She’s a close friend of mine and asked me to find out information

swallowed, her thoughts racing. Evelyn’s involving the police seemed extreme, but