After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

#173 “Evelyn? Where’s Sophia?”

The morning sun streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room as Sophia stirred from her slumber. Stretching luxuriously, she felt remarkably rested despite the events of the previous day. With a contented sigh, she rose from the bed and began to ready herself for the day ahead.

After a quick shower and a change of clothes, Sophia made her way downstairs to the kitchen, where Benjamin was already preparing breakfast. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, mingling with the scent of sizzling bacon and eggs.

“Morning, Sophia,” Benjamin greeted her with a smile as she entered the room. “I hope you slept well.”

“Like a baby,” Sophia replied, returning his smile as she took a seat at the table. “And breakfast smells amazing.”

As they enjoyed their meal together, Sophia couldn’t shake the excitement bubbling within her. She was eager to share her theory about the watch with Benjamin, knowing that he would appreciate her detective work.

began, her voice tinged with excitement. “What if the key to the

eyes lit up with interest as Sophia explained her theory, nodding along as she spoke. “That’s a brilliant idea, Sophia. Your grandfather was a clever man, and it wouldn’t surprise me if he left a clue like that

“I need to call Alexander and ask him to check the watch

Benjamin intervened. “Actually, Sophia, I think we should

frowned, puzzled by Benjamin’s

able to help us

protest, Benjamin had already taken his phone from Sophia’s hands and dialed Evelyn’s number. As the phone rang,

Benjamin said when Evelyn picked up. “We need your

the situation to Evelyn. When it was her turn to speak, Sophia took the

my grandfather gave me,” Sophia

asked, assuring her that she would keep her updated on any developments. With a sense of relief, Sophia thanked Evelyn and ended the call, feeling hopeful that they were one step closer to

*

of Alexander’s apartment, casting a somber pallor over the room as he sat at his desk, hunched over his laptop. His usually tidy workspace was cluttered with scattered papers

thoughts consumed by the unresolved tension between him and Sophia. Despite their argument, he had hoped that they had made amends, but her continued silence only