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.

Or had it been misplaced in the rush of excitement upon their

way back to

her grandfather’s secrets hung thick in the air. Yet, Benjamin’s suggestion to search for clues momentarily

any hints or clues your grandfather might have

possibilities. However, before they could embark on their search,

began, her tone grave. “Recently, some mobsters were looking for my grandfather’s collection. It seems

of the situation. “That’s troubling,” he remarked, his voice

and Benjamin set out to scour the house for any clues that could shed light on her grandfather’s enigmatic past. Room by room, they meticulously

methodically searched each room, their excitement mounting with each new discovery. Yet, despite their best efforts, they found no concrete evidence to unravel the

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

there’s something behind the painting,” Benjamin suggested his voice

fingers tracing the edges in search of any hidden mechanisms. Suddenly, with a soft click,

Benjamin exchanged a look of disbelief, their excitement palpable in the air. Yet, their elation was

find the key,” Sophia declared,

in hopes of finding the elusive key. Yet, their efforts proved fruitless, and frustration threatened

thin air,”