After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife - Chapter 85
#85 “Is He Your New Boyfriend?”
As Sophia returned to the hotel room with the letter, her mind was abuzz with questions and
suspicions. The letter held an air of mystery, a puzzle that beckoned her to decipher its true meaning.
She couldn’t help but feel that there was more to the story than the words on the page.
Seated in the hotel restaurant, Sophia carefully unfolded the letter once again, as if hoping that a fresh
reading might reveal hidden clues. Her gaze fixated on the words, and she couldn’t shake the feeling
that her grandfather’s message was laden with significance.
She meticulously examined the document, scrutinizing every detail, but it was to no avail. The letter
was concise, listing names that held no explanation, offering no insight into the nature of her
grandfather’s connection with these individuals. The private seal, his distinctive signature, and the
familiar handwriting were unmistakably her grandfather’s, leaving no room for doubt about its
authenticity.
Frustration and curiosity gnawed at Sophia. Why had her grandfather chosen to be so cryptic? What
was the nature of his relationship with the people listed in the letter? How had he come to know them?
And what purpose did this carefully curated network of influential figures serve?
With each question, the mystery surrounding her family’s history deepened, casting a long shadow
over her understanding of her grandfather’s actions. Yet, for now, the answers remained elusive.
After a fruitless examination, Sophia reluctantly set aside the letter. The weight of the unanswered
questions bore heavily upon her, but she knew that she needed more information to unravel the
enigma. The letter was but one piece of a much larger puzzle.
Sophia realized that her journey was far from over. The secrets of her grandfather’s past and the true
meaning of the letter were still hidden, waiting to be discovered. She was determined to unearth the
truth, not just for her own sake but also to honor the legacy of the man who had entrusted her with this
cryptic message.
Sophia’s day in London had unfolded quicker than expected, and she found herself with some free time
to explore the city’s rich culture and heritage. The idea of sightseeing was enticing, and she knew just
the person to share the experience with.
As she strolled through the bustling streets, she reached for her phone and dialed Evelyn’s number.
After a few moments, her friend’s voice crackled over the line.
“Evelyn, it’s me,” Sophia began. ” Guess who is in London?”
“Sophia! I can’t believe you went to London without telling me,” Evelyn chastised her friend, her tone
filled with mock indignation. “Who was it that promised to join me for tomorrow’s yoga class?”
Sophia couldn’t help but laugh at her friend’s reaction. Evelyn’s reproach was expected, and she had
an idea of how to make amends. “I know, I know, Evelyn. I’m so sorry. I have a sudden trip. But I
promise, I’ll make it up to you.”
Evelyn’s curiosity was piqued. “Oh, really? How?”
Sophia grinned, even though her friend couldn’t see it through the phone. ” How about I treat you to
something quintessentially British? I’m thinking… Burberry?”
There was a moment of silence on the other end, and then Evelyn’s voice rang out, her excitement
impossible to conceal. “Burberry, really? You’re forgiven, Sophia.”
Sophia was pleased to have appeased her friend. Evelyn’s enthusiasm was palpable. “That sounds
perfect! When you return, I want to see my Burberry and you will treat me to a meal,” she exclaimed
Sophia agreed, “You have yourself a deal.”
“Sophia wait, before you hang up I want to ask you something.” Evelyn began with a mischievous glint
in her eyes, “How’s your relationship with Alexander? Is it getting spicier?”
Sophia couldn’t help but smile at her friend’s directness, although her response was tinged with a hint
of denial. “It’s… complicated, Evelyn. But no. There is nothing between us.”
Evelyn decided to tread lightly. “I did feel that he was genuinely apologetic after the birthday party
incident. He seems like a nice guy.”
Sophia nodded, her eyes reflecting Alexander’s sincerity on that particular occasion. “Yes, he can be.
But there’s so much history and… complexity between us. I don’t think there’s any potential for
something more. He’s impulsive, serious, and quite bossy, to be honest,” Sophia said, her voice trailing
off.
Evelyn couldn’t help but burst into laughter, the sound ringing out amidst their conversation. “Are you
serious, Sophia? You just described yourself.”
Sophia rolled her eyes even though Evelyn couldn’t see her. “Come on, Evelyn.”
“Am I wrong, though? You’re pretty self -assured and, let’s admit it, a little bossy when it comes to
handling things your way. You like being in control, and there are countless examples I could give.”
Sophia paused, considering Evelyn’s words. “Fine, you might be right about some of that. But what
about being impulsive?”
“Evelyn’s laughter bubbled up again. Alexander is many things, but I’ve never seen him as impulsive.
Maybe he’s reserving that side just for you.”
“Think whatever you want, but honestly, I don’t think it’ll work out between us.” ”
Evelyn was about to reply when, suddenly, a man’s voice inadvertently leaked from her phone, instantly
piquing Sophia’s curiosity.
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“Who’s that, Evelyn?” Sophia asked, her tone vigilantly questioning.
“Oh, that’s just… a friend.” Sophia couldn’t help but grin at her friend’s evasiveness. “A friend, huh? Is
he your new boyfriend?”
Evelyn was silent a little too long. ” Sophia, always the detective. I’ll tell you more later. I have to go
now. Bye!”
Sophia found herself amidst the bustling streets of London, her thoughts swirling like the sea of people
passing by. She had been left puzzled and a tad bewildered by her recent phone call with Evelyn.
Her friend’s abrupt hang-up and the mention of a new romance had added an unexpected twist to the
conversation. As she gently slipped her phone into her bag, her hazel eyes darted around. The
sprawling city held an allure that never failed to captivate her.
But her brief moment of contemplation was abruptly disrupted when a stranger approached her.
“Sophia Johnson.”
This person had an uncanny knowledge of her, addressing her by name in a manner that sent shivers
down her spine. The casual bustle of the streets around her seemed to fade into the background as his
words reached her ears.
She turned to the stranger and before she had time to say anything he spoke first. “I used to know
Christopher Johnson,” the man said.
Sophia’s curiosity was piqued, but she was not one to be easily taken in by strangers, even in the lively
streets of London. Sophia blinked and then cautiously inquired “You know my grandfather?”
The stranger nodded solemnly. “Yes, I knew him. We need to talk, Sophia. It’s about something that he
wanted you to know.”