After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

#103 “There will be Some Serious Progress.”
The day before Sophia’s departure to the United States hung heavy with questions. The police station, a place that had become
both a battleground and a sanctuary, beckoned her once again. The air was charged with anticipation as she stepped into the
familiar surroundings.
Detective Turner, the stalwart figure at the center of the investigation, greeted her. “Sophia, we have some news,” he began,
leading her into an interrogation room.
As they settled Detective Turner shared the unexpected twist in the case. “The real murderers have been arrested. They
confessed to the crime, detailing a dispute with the victim that tragically escalated into murder. They claim that the decision to
frame you was born out of panic and desperation, not orchestrated by any mastermind.”
Sophia’s eyes narrowed with skepticism and frustration. “No mastermind? What about the mysterious person we uncovered, the
one pulling the strings?”
Detective Turner sighed, the weariness etched on his face. “There’s no trace of the mysterious person. The killers insist they
acted alone, and our investigations haven’t uncovered any evidence to the contrary. It seems the truth of this case is shrouded in
the shadows we can’t penetrate.”
Sophia, grappling with the implications, felt a sense of resignation settle over her. The intricate web she had sought to unravel
seemed to slip further from her grasp. The elusive mastermind, the puppeteer orchestrating the events, remained a phantom in
the shadows.
“But we had evidence, messages, connections,” Sophia protested, her voice edged with frustration Detective Turner nodded
solemnly. ” We explored every lead, Sophia. The virtual trail went cold, and the killers provided no information about any
mysterious person. It’s as if he vanished into thin air.”
As the weight of the revelation settled, Sophia contemplated the implications. The real murderers had been apprehended, and
justice was served, but the enigma of the mysterious person lingered, casting a long shadow over her understanding of the
events.
Leaving the police station that day, Sophia walked through the bustling streets of London with a sense of both closure and
lingering unrest. The city, with its timeless facade, seemed to absorb the echoes of her steps. She couldn’t shake the feeling that
the true orchestrator of the chaos remained at large, hidden behind layers of deception.

That evening, as she packed her belongings for the journey back to the United States, Sophia grappled with the realization that
some mysteries defy unraveling. In the quiet of her hotel room, Sophia reflected on the tumultuous chapters that had unfolded in
London.
Whoever had framed her had gotten away, and that annoyed her, but deep down Sophia knew it was Megan. She was so sure
even without proof that at that moment she vowed to seek revenge for everything Megan had done to her.
Sophia’s hands moved swiftly, zipping up her suitcase with a sense of finality. The click of the latch seemed to echo the closing
of a chapter. Just as she completed the task, her phone buzzed with a familiar notification.
Alexander’s message illuminated the screen.
“I’m at the door, and I hope you’re ready for America.”
A smile played on Sophia’s lips, and she made her way to the door to welcome him. As it swung open, she was met with the
sight of Alexander.
“Isn’t it a little early?” she teased, replacing a conventional greeting with a playful remark. “Our flight isn’t until the morning.”
“I decided that we would travel on my private jet. Why wait when we can be just the two of us drinking champagne, and you owe
me a conversation? You have no work to do now.”
Sophia raised an eyebrow, a mixture of surprise and amusement coloring her expression. The notion of a private jet was
unexpected, yet she couldn’t deny that such gestures had become synonymous with Alexander’s approach.
“You arranged a private jet?” she inquired, the curiosity evident in her tone.
“Of course. I’m dying to know about your life as a musician, and this is a good opportunity for you to tell me.”
Sophia, feigning consideration for a moment, couldn’t help but chuckle at the sincerity of Alexander’s proposition.
“Okay, that seems fair to me. You arrange a plane for me, and I’ll regale you with tales of my music studies.” The agreement
hung in the air, punctuated by Alexander’s laughter.
The hum of the private jet’s engines created a backdrop of subdued noise as Alexander and Sophia sat in plush seats, flying
across the Atlantic toward the United States. The luxurious interior of the plane reflected the opulence that accompanied
Alexander’s status..

Sophia gazed out of the window, the expanse of clouds masking the depths of the ocean below. The journey back to the U.S.
provided a moment of respite, a chance for reflection amidst the whirlwind of events that had unfolded in London.
“I appreciate you arranging this,” Sophia said, breaking the silence. “It’s a relief to be heading home.”
Alexander nodded, his gaze momentarily drifting to the horizon. ” Home has a way of grounding us. But, Sophia, I need to know-
what’s next for you?”

Sophia leaned back, her eyes fixed on Alexander. “We can’t let this go, Alexander. Even though we couldn’t trace the
manipulator behind the case, there’s one clue we’ve overlooked-the control of public opinion and the media. Those attackers
outside the hotel, I suspect they were instructed by someone behind the scenes.”
Alexander furrowed his brow, absorbing the weight of her words. ” You think a puppet master is pulling the strings, manipulating
the narrative?
Sophia nodded. “It makes sense. The public perception of the case was carefully crafted. It’s not just about framing me; it’s about
controlling the entire story. We need to find out who’s orchestrating this and why.”
Alexander considered her words. “I have connections. I can dig into news outlets, and investigate if someone is secretly
manipulating the narrative.”
Sophia smiled at him with gratitude. ” Thank you. All the time in London you helped me and even though I thought I didn’t need
help, I’m glad you were here.”
“I made you a promise. I will keep it to the end.” Alexander retorted with a smile. As the plane soared through the skies,
Alexander reached for his phone, making discreet calls to initiate the investigation.
Inside the cabin, the soft clinking of champagne glasses resonated as Alexander and Sophia toasted to moments of reprieve.
The air was filled with the aroma of carefully curated meals, served in elegant dishes that spoke of sophistication and attention to
detail.
Despite the luxurious setting, the interactions between Alexander and Sophia were marked by a sense of restraint. There were
lingering glances and subtle touches, but no overt advances. The unspoken understanding between them added layers of
complexity to the shared space.

As the plane taxied to a stop, the reality of their imminent parting loomed. Sophia couldn’t help but feel a twinge of reluctance.
The connection that had evolved during their time together on the plane carried a weight that transcended mere companionship.
As they prepared to disembark, the atmosphere shifted. Alexander, ever the epitome of grace, stood and offered his hand to
Sophia. The cabin door opened, revealing the bustling activity of the airport beyond.
They stepped onto the solid ground, the transition from the enclosed space of the plane to the expansive terminal mirroring the
shift in dynamics. The private moments they had shared seemed suspended in time, existing in a realm separate from the reality
unfolding around them.
Alexander, a pillar of strength, turned to Sophia. The farewell carried a mix of promise and uncertainty. “Until we meet again,” he
said, his voice carrying a note of assurance. He drew her into a gentle embrace, and his lips pressed against her forehead in a
tender kiss. ” And I promise the next time we see each other there will be some serious progress.”
Their paths diverged as they navigated the bustling terminal, each step echoing the distance that would momentarily separate
them. Sophia glanced back, meeting Alexander’s gaze one last time before disappearing into the crowd.
As Alexander watched her blend into the throng of travelers, a sense of purpose burned in his eyes. The promise he had made
was twofold- progress in the investigation and, perhaps, a deeper exploration of the connection that had emerged between them.