After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

#225 “I Hate This Plan Already.”

Two days had elapsed, marked by a frustrating impasse for Sophia as she wrestled with her grandfather’s cryptic message. The dots and commas seemed to mock her, their arrangement a perplexing puzzle that defied her attempts at decipherment. Each misplaced mark, each incorrect point, served as a frustrating reminder of her inability to crack the code.

With a furrowed brow, Sophia meticulously transcribed the symbols onto a blank sheet of paper, hoping to unlock their hidden meaning. Morse code was her initial suspect, but it proved to be a dead end. Undeterred, she delved into other code systems she had heard of, but each attempt yielded nothing but frustration.

Amidst her struggle, the reassuring sound of Alexander’s voice while they called provided a beacon of comfort. His frequent updates and words of encouragement were a lifeline in the sea of uncertainty that surrounded her.

Yet, with each passing day, Sophia felt the weight of time pressing down upon her. Alexander kept postponing the press conference at which he had promised to justify these documents. She knew he couldn’t do this forever.

In the midst of her frustration, Sophia found solace in the presence of Benjamin and Becky. Their unwavering support and tireless efforts to assist her did not go unnoticed. Their presence brought a glimmer of light to her otherwise dim circumstances, a reminder that she was not alone in her quest for answers.

“Any progress?” Benjamin’s voice broke the tense silence, his concern evident.

She rubbed her temples, feeling the telltale ache of a headache creeping in.

I can think of, but it’s like trying to

thoughtful. “Maybe we’re looking at this the wrong way. What if it’s not a code at

interest was piqued at the suggestion. “A

a visual clue or symbol that repeats throughout the text,” Becky explained. “It could be something subtle, something we’ve

Sophia’s mind. Could it be that simple? She scanned the page again, this time focusing on the placement of the dots and commas, searching for any recurring patterns

on her. There was indeed a pattern, but it wasn’t in the symbols themselves-it was in the spaces

up within her. ” It’s not about the dots and

the pattern of gaps, connecting the dots-quite literally- as she went. Slowly but surely, a

her heart racing

“Well, what are we waiting for?”

a hint of mischief dancing in her eyes. “First, let’s figure out where it leads to,” she said, her

determination, Sophia superimposed her hand-drawn map onto the cityscape of London,

Benjamin interjected, pointing to

trepidation washing over her. ” If my grandfather hid the diary in the damn clock

couldn’t help but laugh at Sophia’s exasperation, her amusement

eye. “And

London as they embarked on their quest to unravel the mystery