After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

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#90 “That Person was Sophia.”
As Alexander listened to the lawyer’s detailed account of Sophia’s situation, he found himself not only impressed by the legal
expertise but also deeply moved by Sophia’s resilience in the face of adversity.
In the midst of such a grave situation, she exhibited a calm and composed demeanor that set her apart.
Alexander couldn’t help but reflect on Sophia’s unique qualities. It wasn’t just her intelligence or beauty that stood out; it was her
strength of character, the way she faced challenges head-on, and her ability to remain level-headed even in the darkest of times.
At that moment, he felt an even stronger resolve to stand by her side and use every available resource to uncover the truth.
Determined to prove Sophia’s innocence, Alexander vowed to leave no stone unturned in the search for evidence.
The atmosphere in the interrogation room shifted as the police entered, carrying a somber air of authority. In their hands, they
held a pivotal piece of evidence the deceased’s phone, purportedly containing text messages exchanged between Sophia and
the victim.
The revelation cast a shadow over the room, as Sophia and her lawyer exchanged uneasy glances, bracing for the impact of this
newfound evidence.
The lead investigator, a stern-faced detective, cleared his throat before addressing Sophia and her legal representation. “Ms.
Johnson, we’ve uncovered text messages on the deceased’s phone that seem to suggest a connection between you and him.
Care to explain?”
Sophia’s mind raced as she processed the implications of the alleged text messages. The room felt constricting, and she was
acutely aware of the weight of the situation. She exchanged a quick glance with her lawyer, who maintained a stoic expression,
ready to respond.
With measured composure, Sophia responded, “Detective, I can assure you that I have no knowledge of any text messages
between the deceased and myself. I’ve never communicated with him before, and I certainly had no reason to harm him.”
The detective raised an eyebrow, skepticism evident in his gaze. “These messages suggest otherwise. They discuss a meeting
at the very location where the incident occurred. How do you explain that?”

Sophia’s lawyer stepped in, his tone assertive but diplomatic. “Detective, we need to examine those messages ourselves. It’s not

uncommon for digital communication to be manipulated or misconstrued. We request the opportunity to scrutinize the content
and context of these messages before drawing any conclusions.”
The detective hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “Fine, but remember, we’re closely monitoring this investigation, and we
expect your full cooperation.”
The police left the room, taking the phone with them.
The police station hummed with activity as Alexander, fueled by a sense of urgency, prepared to leave. Determined to find
evidence that would exonerate Sophia, he had already begun reaching out to contacts, scouring for any leads that could shed
light on the intricate web surrounding her arrest. The weight of the situation pressed on him, a relentless reminder of the
impending threat to Sophia’s freedom.
As he approached the exit, a woman burst into the police station, her demeanor marked by a mix of desperation and
determination. Her eyes scanned the room until they settled on Alexander, and she approached him with an air of urgency.
“Are you involved with the murder case?” she asked, her words rushed and breathless.
Alexander, caught off guard, nodded.” Yes, I’m here for someone close to me. Do you have information that could help?”
“My name is Cassie,” she began, her voice shaky with emotion. “I’m here because the murdered man is my boyfriend.” She
paused, letting the weight of her words settle in the air.
Alexander, his concern etched across his face, motioned for her to continue.
“He told me about a meeting he planned to attend yesterday,” Cassie explained, her gaze steady on Alexander. “And if he didn’t
contact me today, he said I should report it to the police.”
Alexander nodded, urging her to go on.
“He even showed me a photo of the person he was going to meet,” Cassie revealed, her voice catching. “And that person... that
person was Sophia.”
The revelation hung in the air, thick with tension. Alexander took a moment to process the information before speaking, “Can you
show me the photo he shared with you?”

Cassie retrieved her phone, scrolling through her gallery. She handed the device to Alexander, who studied the image. The
photograph portrayed Sophia, unmistakably, in a location that seemed unfamiliar to him.
“Are you sure this is the person your boyfriend was meeting?” Alexander asked, a hint of skepticism in his voice. Cassie nodded,

her eyes pleading for understanding. “He was clear about it and the evidence is right there.”
The revelation struck Alexander with gravity. A photograph linking Sophia to the victim could complicate her situation
considerably. Suppressing his apprehension, he made a decision to stay behind and learn more from Cassie.
As the police swiftly intervened, leading Cassie to a separate room for questioning, Alexander followed suit. In the interrogation
room, Cassie held her ground, maintaining that her boyfriend had identified Sophia as the person he was meeting.
She produced a photo that she claimed her boyfriend had shared with her evidence that, in her eyes, incriminated Sophia.
The police, eager to untangle the complex web of the case, decided to confront Sophia with this newfound information. In the
midst of uncertainty, Alexander realized that would be the pivotal moment this could be for Sophia’s defense.
Sophia, still composed and resolute, faced the accusations leveled by Cassie. “I haven’t met the deceased at all. I met someone
else yesterday,” she calmly asserted, her words a steadfast defense against the mounting odds.
However, Cassie remained unyielding, her emotions raw from the recent loss of her boyfriend. The police, perhaps swayed by
the alignment of evidence, maintained a skeptical stance toward Sophia’s claims.
Despite her protestations, they escorted her back to the detention room, leaving Alexander grappling with the disheartening
reality that another layer of complexity had been added to Sophia’s defense.
The air in the room felt heavy with tension as Alexander paced back and forth, his mind grappling with the mounting challenges
against Sophia.
The police investigation was casting an ever-growing shadow, and he knew that time was of the essence. In a desperate bid to
gather evidence and unravel the truth, he had summoned Benjamin back to the UK.
Benjamin, having received the distressing news about Sophia, arrived promptly. The two men, each burdened with concern for
Sophia, found themselves in Benjamin’s office, surrounded by maps, photographs, and the weight of an impending investigation.
“Benjamin, we need to act swiftly. Sophia’s innocence is at stake, and the evidence against her is piling up,” Alexander said.

Benjamin nodded solemnly. “I’m here, Alexander. Let’s start from the beginning. Tell me everything you know.”
Alexander recounted the events leading up to Sophia’s arrest, emphasizing the mysterious circumstances that seemed to be
closing in on her. He explained Cassie’s testimony, the photograph, and the mounting suspicion that someone was orchestrating
Sophia’s downfall.
“We have to start by questioning Cassie. If she’s lying, we might uncover the real motive behind framing Sophia, “Benjamin
suggested, his analytical mind already working through the angles.
Alexander agreed, “That’s not a bad plan.”
As they stayed in the room thinking and discussing the case, the determination in their eyes spoke volumes. The alliance
between Alexander and Benjamin, forged in the crucible of adversity, aimed to unravel the threads of deception woven around
Sophia.

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