Chapter 162
After the Divorce: Crushed on My Lawyer Ex-wife
#162 âGod, Noâ¦â
Alexander had been seated at the airport, eagerly anticipating Sophiaâs arrival. The prospect of a vacation away from the city had fueled his excitement, and he couldnât wait to spend quality time with her.
They had agreed to meet at 10:00, but by 10:15, Sophia was nowhere in sight. Knowing Sophiaâs preference to go through her office in the morning before heading out, Alexander patiently waited for her. He even took the initiative to grab coffee for both of them, hoping sheâd arrive soon.
As minutes ticked away, Alexander found himself growing more anxious. The plane was theirs, and it wouldnât take off until they boarded, but the absence of Sophia was starting to gnaw at him. He glanced at the gate, scanning for any sign of her.
Twenty more minutes passed, and the coffee intended for Sophia had long gone cold. Concerned, Alexander decided to give her a call. To his dismay, the phone rang only to be met with the disheartening message that Sophiaâs phone was switched off.
Frowning, Alexander found it odd for Sophia to have a dead battery, especially when they had plans to meet. Another ten minutes passed without her appearance, intensifying his worry.
The fact that she hadnât called him the night before, breaking their routine of exchanging good night wishes, added an extra layer of concern. Something didnât feel right, and Alexanderâs imagination started to run wild with possibilities.
With a knot in his stomach, Alexander considered the various scenarios that could explain Sophiaâs absence-was she caught up in a work emergency, facing some personal issue, or worse?
His attempts to reach her continued to be met with the frustrating message that her phone was off.
Concerned, Alexander decided to call Evelyn, but her phone yielded the same result as Sophiaâs â
switched off. He decides not to waste any more time and calls Kyle. He had left him an emergency number and Alexander took advantage.
As the phone rang, each tone echoed with increasing anxiety for Alexander. He waited nervously, the soft hum of the airport around him a stark contrast to the turmoil within. Finally, Kyleâs voice broke through, tinged with a touch of amusement, âYou need me already?â
Feeling apologetic, Alexander responded, âSorry to bother you, but I think something is wrong.â
âWhatâs happening?â Kyle inquired, ready to address the unfolding situation.
âI tried calling Sophia, but her phone is off. Itâs not like her, Kyle. We were supposed to go on a trip, and Sophia wouldnât just vanish like this without letting me know,â Alexander explained.
âDid you have a fight with her?â Kyle asked, still amused by Alexanderâs concern.
âNo. I am telling you something is not right.â
Kyle paused, contemplating the implications of Alexanderâs worry. After a moment, he said, âI was informed here that another gang kidnapped some lawyerâ¦â
âGod, noâ¦â The exclamation carried Alexanderâs visceral reaction to the possibility of Sophia being in trouble.
âAlexander, calm down. Iâll check, and if itâs her, Iâll take care of it.â Kyleâs reassurance aimed to calm the rising tension in Alexanderâs voice.
âThere is more, Kyle. I tried calling Evelyn, and her phone was off too.â
The revelation about Evelyn intensified the complexity of the situation.
Kyle instantly tensed at this information but forced himself to breathe deeply and stay calm. Kyleâs effort to remain composed hinted at the gravity of the unfolding events.
Kyleâs tone shifted. âIâll look into it, Alexander. I have some connections that might help us figure out whatâs going on. Stay where you are, and Iâll get back to you as soon as I have any information.â
As the call ended, Alexander couldnât shake the worry gnawing at him. The anticipation of a vacation had turned into an unsettling mystery, leaving him restless at the airport. He anxiously waited for Kyleâs update, hoping for some clarity and assurance regarding the safety of Sophia and Evelyn.
Kyle paced across the room, his mind grappling with the urgency of the situation. He dialed the familiar number, his relativeâs voice picking up on the other end, âWhatâs going on, Kyle?â
An edge of frustration crept into Kyleâs tone, âYou tell me. I just got word that the Albertoâs gang kidnapped a lawyer. Itâs by any chance Sophia Johnson?
âHow do you know?â
âWhy the hell is she involved?â
The relative, well-versed in navigating the intricacies of the underworld, responded, âI donât know, Kyle.
You know I donât mess in other gangsâ business. Maybe she stumbled upon things she shouldnât have.â
âTell them to release her immediately, âKyle commanded, his voice brooking no argument. âAnd tell me where they are keeping her. Iâm on my way.â
Before hanging up, a note of hesitation lingered in the relativeâs voice. â
Thereâs another problem, Kyle. A womanâs been asking questions about you. Weâve got her, and soon we will interrogate her.â
Kyleâs brow furrowed in suspicion. â Who is she?â
The relativeâs answer hit him like a hammer blow. âSome woman named Evelyn Crimms.â