After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

#170 “Why won’t You Answer?”

As soon as their plane landed, Sophia was eager to return to her grandfather’s house. She and Benjamin hailed a taxi, the anticipation of revisiting her childhood home palpable in the air. Upon arriving in front of the house, Sophia reached for her phone to inform Alexander of their safe arrival.

“I’ll just write to Alexander that everything is fine and we’ve arrived,” she announced, her fingers hovering over the screen.

But before she could proceed, Benjamin swiftly snatched the phone from her hand, eliciting a frown from Sophia.

“You can write to him as soon as we enter. Come on, Sophia, you haven’t been here for years, let’s get settled in first,” Benjamin suggested, his tone persuasive.

Sophia chuckled at Benjamin’s eagerness. “God, Benjamin, you’ve really missed this place,” she remarked, a fond smile playing on her lips.

were here,” he replied nostalgically, his

house, Sophia remained unaware that he had discreetly stowed away her phone in his own pocket, a subtle act

a rush of nostalgia. Memories flooded back to her, evoking a sense of warmth and comfort that she hadn’t felt in years.

her eyes scanning the familiar surroundings with a mix

if trying to capture the moment. “Some things

shake the feeling that there was something more to Benjamin’s demeanor, a subtle undercurrent beneath his seemingly innocent demeanor. But she pushed aside her suspicions, choosing instead to focus

eagerness to uncover her grandfather’s secrets intensifying

his work, his mind kept drifting back to the image Benjamin

energy, Alexander’s thoughts churned with jealousy and insecurity. He couldn’t understand how Sophia could be so

minute dragging by with agonizing slowness as Alexander waited for a sign from Sophia. But as the afternoon wore on and his calls went unanswered, his frustration boiled over into a seething cauldron of

once again, his heart pounding in his chest as he waited for her to pick up. But to his dismay, the call went straight to voicemail,

muttered to himself, his voice thick with emotion.

the minutes stretched into hours, Alexander’s anxiety reached a fever pitch, his mind racing with a thousand worst-case scenarios. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong, and

his phone buzzed with a new notification. With trembling hands, he unlocked the screen to see yet another message from Benjamin, accompanied by a photo that sent a fresh