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.

years were here,” he replied nostalgically, his arm draped casually

he had discreetly stowed away her phone in his own

of warmth and comfort that she hadn’t felt in years. Benjamin watched her with a knowing smile, his own fondness for the place evident in

her eyes scanning the

agreement, his gaze lingering on Sophia as if trying to capture the moment. “Some things

more to Benjamin’s demeanor, a subtle undercurrent beneath his seemingly innocent demeanor. But she pushed

the house, Sophia’s curiosity grew, her eagerness to uncover her grandfather’s secrets intensifying with each

his work, his mind kept drifting back to the image Benjamin had sent him, tormenting him with visions of Sophia and Benjamin together, their smiles mocking him from

air of nervous energy, Alexander’s thoughts churned with jealousy and insecurity. He

like an eternity, each minute dragging by with agonizing slowness as Alexander waited for a sign from Sophia. But as the afternoon wore on and

dialed Sophia’s number once again, his heart pounding in his chest as he waited for her to pick up. But to his dismay, the call went

Sophia?” he muttered to himself, his voice thick with emotion. “Why

a fever pitch, his mind racing with a thousand worst-case scenarios. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong, and

he unlocked the screen to see yet another message from Benjamin, accompanied by a photo that sent a fresh wave of anger coursing through his