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.

possibilities. Had she dropped it somewhere? Or had it been misplaced in the rush of excitement upon

and Benjamin made their way back to the house, the fading light casting long

Sophia and Benjamin returned to the house, the anticipation of unraveling her grandfather’s secrets hung thick in

might have left behind,” Benjamin

could embark

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

his expression reflecting the gravity of the situation. “That’s troubling,” he remarked, his voice tinged with apprehension.

to scour the house for any clues that could shed light on her grandfather’s enigmatic past. Room by room, they meticulously combed through every

in a blur as they methodically searched each room, their excitement mounting with each new discovery. Yet, despite their best efforts,

largely untouched since her grandfather’s passing. As they entered, their eyes fell upon an ornate painting adorning the wall,

something behind the painting,” Benjamin suggested his voice barely

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

astonishment, Sophia and Benjamin exchanged a look of disbelief, their excitement palpable in the air. Yet, their elation was short- lived as

to find the key,”

hours, they scoured the study, searching every drawer and cabinet in hopes of finding the elusive

the key has vanished into thin