After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

#217 “Come With Me.”

“Your grandfather made me purchase a flat here in London in my name, where he used to stay,” Audrey revealed, her tone tinged with a hint of nostalgia and apprehension.

“An apartment?” Sophia queried, her curiosity piqued.

“I didn’t want anyone to associate it with him, so, to make it difficult to trace, I bought and registered it in my name. The money he was sending me was meant for the taxes on the apartment and also for Benjamin’s care.

“What kind of apartment has a tax of twenty thousand dollars?” Sophia’s disbelief was palpable.

“Well, ten, the rest was for me,”

Audrey corrected with a gentle smile. ”

However, Christopher always had a taste for the finer things, and style comes with a price tag.”

“Could you take me there?” Sophia inquired eagerly, her mind already racing with possibilities.

“I can provide you with the address. There’s no need for me to accompany you. There’s a maid who has been looking after it all these years, and she’ll be able to assist you with anything you need.”

with Becky in tow, Sophia felt a surge of

Benjamin suggested, his tone decisive. “It might be useful for all of

twinge of resistance. “I’m not sure if it’s necessary,” she began, but Benjamin

tinged with concern. “You and I also have more

she acquiesced, trying

Benjamin was right. Last time, Sophia found herself in a bad situation because she had gone alone. Now it wouldn’t hurt to take reinforcements with her, and he owed it to

settled over her. The familiar sights of London passed by outside the window, but inside the car, tension hung thick in the air. Becky’s presence only added to Sophia’s discomfort, especially when the young woman began

tone casual yet tinged with an underlying

have taken an instant dislike to her. “I’m digging into the past,” Sophia replied

into this?”

Sophia paused before

him too. We have a long history,” she explained, trying

leaving the rest of the journey shrouded in tense silence. Sophia couldn’t help but feel perplexed by Becky’s hostility, unable to understand

imposing building. With a quick glance at Becky, who remained aloof, Sophia rang the doorbell. Moments later, the door swung

the woman told

surge of confusion at Diana’s statement. Why would this

heels echoed through the spacious foyer as she followed Diana, the woman who seemed to hold the key to her grandfather’s enigmatic past. Her mind

I have to ask,” she began, her voice a mix of eagerness and apprehension. “What was your relationship with my

tinged with a hint of sadness. “Christopher and I were close friends,” she explained gently. “He trusted

nodded, absorbing Diana’s words. “But why wait until now to reach out to me?” she pressed, her tone

understanding. Your grandfather was a private man, Sophia. He didn’t want to burden you with his affairs while he