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.

head in defeat. “Nothing. I’ve tried everything I can think of, but it’s like trying to crack a code written in

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

interest was piqued at the suggestion. “A

or symbol that repeats throughout the text,” Becky explained.

be that simple? She scanned the page again, this time focusing

but it wasn’t in the symbols themselves-it was in the spaces between them. A series of gaps, irregular yet distinct, seemed to form a

Becky might be onto something,” Sophia murmured, excitement bubbling up within her. ” It’s not about the dots and commas it’s about the spaces

connecting the dots-quite literally- as she went. Slowly but surely, a shape began to emerge, faint

heart racing with adrenaline. “A map to the

“Well, what are we waiting for?” he exclaimed. “Let’s follow the map

dancing in her eyes. “First, let’s figure out where it leads to,” she said, her fingers tracing the intricate lines

the cityscape of London, carefully aligning

Big Ben?” Benjamin interjected, pointing to a familiar

over her. ” If my grandfather

help but laugh at Sophia’s exasperation, her amusement is

eye. “And then we’ll see if

a shared grin, the trio set off, their footsteps echoing through the bustling streets of London as they embarked on their