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.

nostalgically, his arm draped casually around her shoulders as they approached

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

of her grandfather’s house, Sophia couldn’t help but feel a rush of nostalgia. Memories flooded back to her, evoking a sense of warmth and comfort that she hadn’t felt in years. Benjamin watched her with a knowing smile, his own fondness for the place

it,” Sophia remarked, her eyes scanning

Sophia as if trying to capture the moment. “Some things never change,” he mused, his tone

beneath his seemingly innocent demeanor.

curiosity grew, her eagerness to uncover her grandfather’s secrets intensifying with each passing

to focus on his work, his mind kept drifting back to the image

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

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 his calls went unanswered, his frustration boiled over

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, leaving him with a sinking feeling

himself, his voice thick with emotion. “Why won’t you

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

new notification. With trembling hands, he unlocked the screen to see yet another message from Benjamin, accompanied by