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.

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

Benjamin made their way back to the

to the house, the anticipation of unraveling her grandfather’s secrets hung thick in the air. Yet, Benjamin’s suggestion to search

hints or clues your grandfather might have left behind,” Benjamin proposed, his

mind already racing with possibilities. However, before they could

you should know,” Sophia began, her tone grave. “Recently, some mobsters were looking for my grandfather’s

“That’s troubling,” he remarked, his voice tinged with apprehension. “It suggests

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

new discovery. Yet, despite their best efforts, they found no concrete evidence to unravel

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

something behind the painting,” Benjamin suggested his voice barely above a

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

excitement palpable in the air. Yet, their elation was short- lived as they realized the safe was locked,

to find the key,” Sophia declared, her determination

in hopes of finding the elusive key. Yet, their efforts proved

the key has vanished into thin air,” Benjamin remarked, his