After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife

#93 “We’re Doing This Together.”
Sophia sat in the small uncomfortable detention room. She had walked around it several times already because she just couldn’t
sit still.
She was constantly thinking about her case, but there was nothing she could do to get evidence while she was locked up there.
She hoped the detectives or her attorney would do a good job and free her shortly.
While she was thinking, a door opened and the detective who had been questioning her earlier appeared at the door.
“Sophia, there have been developments in the case,” he began, motioning for her to follow him into a small interrogation room.
Sophia followed swiftly the detective around the police station. Her body was tense from the accusation that was hanging around
her and from the uncomfortable room she was staying in. As they entered the room, Detective Turner signaled for Sophia to take
a seat, his gaze scrutinizing yet oddly sympathetic.
“I won’t beat around the bush,” he continued, choosing his words carefully. “We’ve uncovered evidence that suggests you
weren’t the only person at the crime scene.”
Sophia remains calm. She knew she was innocent and was sure the truth would come to light at some point.
“You find proof of the man that led me into the apartment,” she said confident that was the only thing that might incriminate her.
Detective Turner produced a photograph and placed it on the table before her. Sophia smiled as she beheld the image – a
blurred figure, the mysterious man who had lured her into the ominous apartment.
“I am sure you recognize this person?” Detective Turner inquired. Sophia nodded, her voice steady. “Yes, that’s the man who met
me at the apartment. But who is he, and what does this mean for me?”
The detective explained that this person had been spotted around the apartment building in the days leading up to the incident.
Moreover, he had contact with Cassie, the deceased’s girlfriend.
“Cassie has become a major suspect,” Detective Turner revealed, his tone somber. “We’ll be focusing on interrogating her and
finding the whereabouts of this mysterious man. However, for the time being, I must ask you not to leave London. There are still
questions that need answers.”

Sophia felt relief and apprehension. The weight of suspicion was shifting. She nodded in understanding, determination gleaming
in her eyes.
“I want the truth to come to light,” she asserted. “Whatever it takes.”
“We are doing what we can, Miss Johnson, and for now you are free to go. “Detective Turner insures her.
The harsh fluorescent lights of the police station cast a glow over the worn linoleum floors. Sophia stepped out of the
interrogation room, her eyes scanning the unfamiliar faces in the bustling station.
To her surprise, amidst the sea of stern law enforcement personnel, a familiar face emerged – Alexander. He stood near the
entrance, smiling at her. Sophia’s heart skipped a beat as she approached him.
“Alexander, what are you doing here?” she exclaimed with a surprise and gratitude coloring her voice.
He met her gaze with a reassuring smile. “I’ve been working to gather evidence for you, Sophia. I couldn’t let you face this
alone.”
Sophia was touched by his unwavering support. “I didn’t expect...”
“I know,” he interrupted gently, “but we’re in this together. We’ll get through it.”
As they exchanged a brief glance, Detective Turner approached them. His stern demeanor softened slightly as he addressed
Sophia.
“Ms. Johnson, I have some news for you. Your friend here has been quite busy on your behalf,” he said, gesturing toward
Alexander.
Sophia arched an eyebrow, curious about what Alexander had managed to uncover. Detective Turner led them to a quieter area,
away from the prying eyes of the bustling police station.
“Based on the evidence provided by Mr. Stone, we’ve found something significant,” Detective Turner began, glancing at
Alexander with a nod of acknowledgment. “He personally retraced your steps and discovered surveillance footage near the crime
scene. It’s footage of the mysterious man who lured you into the apartment.
Sophia’s eyes widened in surprise. “You were the one who found footage of him? Alexander nodded, a glint of triumph in his
eyes. “It took some digging, but we got it.”

Sophia couldn’t help but feel a surge of hope. The pieces of the puzzle were falling into place, and it seemed like the truth was

within reach.
“Thank you, Alexander,” she said, gratitude lacing her words. He smiled warmly. “I told you, we’re in this together.”
“I’ll leave you for now. Be careful, Miss Johnson,” the Detective replied eloquently before leaving them alone.
The police station’s heavy atmosphere slowly dissipated as Sophia and Alexander stepped out into the cool London air.
Gratitude lingered in Sophia’s eyes as she turned toward Alexander. Sophia was so moved by Alexander’s work on her case and
decided to thank him one more time.
“Thank you,” she said, her voice sincere. “I didn’t expect...”
Alexander interrupted her with a warm smile. “You don’t have to thank me, Sophia. As I said in the apartment before the police
come we’re a team in this.”
Sophia nodded appreciatively, a mix of emotions flickering across her usually composed expression. “It means a lot to me,
Alexander.”
He chuckled, the tension of the investigation momentarily forgotten.” Well, you know, saving a falsely accused lawyer is just a
typical day for me.”
Sophia arched an eyebrow, a playful glint in her eyes. “Typical, huh? Should I add that to your resume?”
Alexander laughed. “Maybe. But jokes aside, Sophia, I’m just glad we’re making progress.”
She nodded in agreement, her gratitude mingling with a hint of reluctance. “I guess I owe you a favor now.”
Alexander shrugged nonchalantly. “No need for favors, Sophia. We’re doing this together. No debts.”
Sophia, true to her independent nature, wasn’t one to easily accept help. ” There’s always some kind of debt,” she said, a trace
of her usual stoicism returning. Alexander simply smiled, understanding her perspective. “Fair enough. So, what’s next for you?”
Sophia considered the question, her thoughts momentarily distant. “I need to eat something. The food in the detention center
was terrible.”

A genuine laugh escaped Alexander. “I can imagine. How about I take you to my favorite restaurant in London? It might help
erase the memory of bad detention center food.”
Sophia’s lips curved into a small smile. “Your favorite restaurant, huh? I hope it lives up to the hype.”
“Oh, it will,” Alexander assured her. ” Consider it my post-detective work treat.”
As they strolled through the London streets, the air became charged with a newfound ease. The weight of the investigation had
lifted, leaving room for a camaraderie that hadn’t been there before.
Their banter continued a dance of words that revealed more than what was spoken. Alexander, enjoying the moments of
lightness with Sophia, knew that trust wasn’t easily earned with someone as self-sufficient as her. Yet, with each shared joke and
exchanged glance, the invisible threads binding them grew stronger..