After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

#171 “We Need to Find the Key.”

The warm, golden hues of the setting sun painted the sky as Sophia and Benjamin sat at the quaint little café, indulging in the simple pleasure of ice cream cones. Benjamin had insisted on this stop, eager to relive fond memories of their childhood together. As they savored the sweet treats, Sophia couldn’t help but feel a sense of nostalgia wash over her, mingled with a hint of unease.

After they had eaten their ice cream, Sophia finally spoke up, her voice tinged with a sense of urgency, “Can we go back to the house now? I really want to look at it in detail, and I haven’t called Alexander yet.”

“Of course,” Benjamin agreed readily, a smile playing at the corners of his lips.

Sophia began rummaging through her bag, her brow furrowing in concern as she failed to locate her phone amidst the jumble of items.

“Is something wrong?” Benjamin inquired, his gaze full of concern as he watched her search.

“I don’t know where my phone is,” Sophia admitted.

“You must have left it in the house. Let’s go back and find it,” Benjamin suggested, his tone gentle yet decisive.

mind racing with possibilities. Had she dropped it somewhere? Or had it

their way back to the house, the fading light casting long shadows across the path

of unraveling her grandfather’s secrets hung thick in

grandfather might have left behind,” Benjamin

they could embark on

grave. “Recently, some mobsters were looking

his voice tinged with apprehension. “It suggests

the house for any clues that could shed light on her grandfather’s enigmatic past. Room by room,

as they methodically searched each room, their excitement mounting with each new discovery. Yet, despite their best efforts, they found no concrete evidence to unravel the mystery shrouding her grandfather’s

as they were beginning to feel disheartened, their exploration led them to the study, a room that had remained largely untouched since her grandfather’s passing. As they entered, their eyes fell upon an ornate painting

behind the painting,” Benjamin suggested

bated breath, Sophia approached the painting, her fingers tracing the edges in search of any hidden mechanisms. Suddenly, with a soft

look of disbelief, their excitement palpable in the air. Yet, their elation was short-

find the key,” Sophia declared,

they scoured the study, searching every drawer and cabinet in hopes of finding the elusive key. Yet, their efforts proved fruitless, and frustration threatened

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