I Said 'I Do' to My Mother's Killer - Chapter 10: Chapter 10
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Matt dropped everything at the company—his mind consumed by one thought: Find Fiona. He had to apologize. He had to make her see that she was the only one who truly mattered to him.
Taking a shaky breath to steady himself, Matt suddenly sank to his knees in front of the police officers. "Please," he begged, voice raw. "Help me find her. Money isn't an issue—just bring her back safely."
After filing the report, his secretary finally sent a lead:
[Sir, we traced Mrs. Harris's last known location. She took a taxi to the public records office before vanishing.]
The memory of that morning's phone call flashed in his mind—Fiona's icy expression. Without wasting another second, Matt sped toward the records office.
With the police present, the staff pulled up Fiona's file. Three words glared back at him:
"Certificate Canceled."
Matt's blood ran cold.
"What about her new ID details?" he demanded, urgency sharpening his tone. "She's my wife—she's missing. I need to know she's safe!"
The staff, swayed by his desperation and with police authorization, retrieved Fiona's updated records—and then, her international travel log.
Relief hit him like a wave.
He dumped his workload onto his assistant, barked out final orders, and booked the first flight out.
Then Taylor's message popped up—another attempt to meet.
[I'm busy looking for someone.] His reply was clipped.
But Taylor, ever the manipulator, twisted the knife:
[Fiona's really something, huh? Your company's in crisis, and she's still stirring drama. Five years, and she hasn't grown up at all.]
A beat later, saccharine sweet:
[I'll reach out to her for you—clear up that little misunderstanding from the other day.]
Matt's grip on his phone tightened.
[This is between my wife and me.] His fingers flew across the screen. [Stay out of it.]
Then, finality:
[We're done. No more contact. I don't want issues with your husband. Company matters go through my team now. Goodbye.]
He powered off his phone—only for it to ring instantly. Taylor's voice trembled with faux tears:
"Matt, I'm just worried about you. Don't take it the wrong way. But Fiona's an adult—she needs to stop acting like a child and dragging you down."
His jaw clenched. Without a word, he ended the call.
Taking a shaky breath to steady himself, Matt suddenly sank to his knees in front of the police officers. "Please," he begged, voice raw. "Help me find her. Money isn't an issue—just bring her back safely."
After filing the report, his secretary finally sent a lead:
[Sir, we traced Mrs. Harris's last known location. She took a taxi to the public records office before vanishing.]
The memory of that morning's phone call flashed in his mind—Fiona's icy expression. Without wasting another second, Matt sped toward the records office.
With the police present, the staff pulled up Fiona's file. Three words glared back at him:
"Certificate Canceled."
Matt's blood ran cold.
"What about her new ID details?" he demanded, urgency sharpening his tone. "She's my wife—she's missing. I need to know she's safe!"
The staff, swayed by his desperation and with police authorization, retrieved Fiona's updated records—and then, her international travel log.
Relief hit him like a wave.
He dumped his workload onto his assistant, barked out final orders, and booked the first flight out.
Then Taylor's message popped up—another attempt to meet.
[I'm busy looking for someone.] His reply was clipped.
But Taylor, ever the manipulator, twisted the knife:
[Fiona's really something, huh? Your company's in crisis, and she's still stirring drama. Five years, and she hasn't grown up at all.]
A beat later, saccharine sweet:
[I'll reach out to her for you—clear up that little misunderstanding from the other day.]
Matt's grip on his phone tightened.
[This is between my wife and me.] His fingers flew across the screen. [Stay out of it.]
Then, finality:
[We're done. No more contact. I don't want issues with your husband. Company matters go through my team now. Goodbye.]
He powered off his phone—only for it to ring instantly. Taylor's voice trembled with faux tears:
"Matt, I'm just worried about you. Don't take it the wrong way. But Fiona's an adult—she needs to stop acting like a child and dragging you down."
His jaw clenched. Without a word, he ended the call.
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