After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife - Chapter 103
#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.
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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.