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.

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

from their seats, Sophia and Benjamin made their way back to the house, the fading light casting long shadows across the

of unraveling her grandfather’s secrets hung thick in the air. Yet, Benjamin’s

grandfather might have left behind,”

nodded in agreement, her mind already racing with possibilities. However, before they could embark on

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

situation. “That’s troubling,” he remarked, his voice tinged with apprehension. “It suggests that there may be

could shed light on her grandfather’s enigmatic past. Room by room, they meticulously combed through every nook

excitement mounting with each new discovery. Yet, despite

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

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

edges in search of any hidden mechanisms.

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

key,”

finding the

has vanished into thin