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.

defeat. “Nothing. I’ve tried everything I can think of, but it’s like trying to crack a code written in a language I’ve never

her expression thoughtful. “Maybe we’re looking at this the wrong way. What

at the suggestion.

repeats throughout the text,” Becky explained. “It could be something subtle,

page again, this time focusing on

but it wasn’t in the symbols themselves-it was in the spaces between them. A series of gaps,

murmured, excitement bubbling up within her. ” It’s not about the

paper and carefully traced the pattern of gaps, connecting the dots-quite literally- as she went. Slowly but surely, a shape began to

map,” she breathed, her heart racing

we waiting for?” he exclaimed. “Let’s follow the map and find

out where it leads to,” she said, her fingers tracing the intricate lines of the

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

Big Ben?” Benjamin interjected, pointing to a

heart sank at the realization. ” Oh my God,” she sighed, a mixture of awe and trepidation washing over her. ” If my grandfather hid the diary in the damn clock and I have to climb this tower, I’m going to

her amusement is evident in

go,” Sophia declared, a determined glint in her eye. “And then we’ll

echoing through the bustling streets of London as they embarked on their quest