I Said 'I Do' to My Mother's Killer - Chapter 2: Chapter 2
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His warmth couldn't reach me anymore. Who goes to such extremes for someone else?
Tears slipped down my cheeks as I shut my eyes.
I guided him to bed and pulled the covers over him. The alcohol had numbed him, and he was out cold in seconds.
Sitting beside him, I quietly picked up his phone. One try—that's all it took. The password? Taylor's birthday.
I scrolled through years of contracts. Every single one was tied to the O'Donnell family. Even without working in his company, I could see the sacrifices he'd made for her. The spokesperson? Taylor's favorite celebrity. The project locations? Her preferred cities. Payment schedules? All aligned with her milestones—birthdays, anniversaries, even the day she first met Matt.
My hands shook as I opened his private album. A thousand photos, all of Taylor. Some showed her as Mrs. O'Donnell at events, others celebrating successes with Gregg. But in every picture that included Gregg, Matt had cropped him out, leaving only Taylor's smile.
Then came the auction records—jewelry sent to Taylor as "corporate gifts." He told her they were tokens of appreciation for business partners. My stomach twisted. I recognized those brands.
Matt had claimed they were gifts for me. Now I knew the truth—they were just auction freebies.
A bitter laugh escaped me as I closed the album. Three days. That's all I needed. I booked a flight and canceled every legal document tying me to him.
I didn't sleep that night. By morning, I stepped out to clear my head when my phone rang.
"Did you cancel some documents, Fiona?" Matt's voice was laced with confusion.
I kept my tone steady. "Just renewing my expired ID. Don't you have a meeting? Go ahead—don't keep them waiting."
He didn't push. Instead, he pulled me into a hug, murmuring, "Thank you, my wife. Marrying someone as kind as you is the greatest blessing of my life."
I smiled faintly but stayed silent.
"As a reward, how about a big surprise from your husband today?" he teased.
"Sure. I'll be waiting at home," I replied coolly.
The moment he left, his assistant arrived with breakfast from my favorite hotel—a five-year ritual I once mistook for love. Now? Just another hollow gesture.
If he really cared, wouldn't he have learned to cook even one dish I liked?
I dumped the food in the trash and walked out.
The registration office was nearly empty. After filing my paperwork, I headed straight to a lawyer. The divorce agreement was simple—no claims, no fights. Within minutes, I had two copies in hand.
At Matt's company, whispers followed me:
"That's Mrs. Harris? No wonder he treats her like a treasure."
"Did you see that necklace she wore last week? $150,000 at auction! I'd never afford that in my lifetime—so jealous!"
I clenched the papers tighter. The charade was over.
Tears slipped down my cheeks as I shut my eyes.
I guided him to bed and pulled the covers over him. The alcohol had numbed him, and he was out cold in seconds.
Sitting beside him, I quietly picked up his phone. One try—that's all it took. The password? Taylor's birthday.
I scrolled through years of contracts. Every single one was tied to the O'Donnell family. Even without working in his company, I could see the sacrifices he'd made for her. The spokesperson? Taylor's favorite celebrity. The project locations? Her preferred cities. Payment schedules? All aligned with her milestones—birthdays, anniversaries, even the day she first met Matt.
My hands shook as I opened his private album. A thousand photos, all of Taylor. Some showed her as Mrs. O'Donnell at events, others celebrating successes with Gregg. But in every picture that included Gregg, Matt had cropped him out, leaving only Taylor's smile.
Then came the auction records—jewelry sent to Taylor as "corporate gifts." He told her they were tokens of appreciation for business partners. My stomach twisted. I recognized those brands.
Matt had claimed they were gifts for me. Now I knew the truth—they were just auction freebies.
A bitter laugh escaped me as I closed the album. Three days. That's all I needed. I booked a flight and canceled every legal document tying me to him.
I didn't sleep that night. By morning, I stepped out to clear my head when my phone rang.
"Did you cancel some documents, Fiona?" Matt's voice was laced with confusion.
I kept my tone steady. "Just renewing my expired ID. Don't you have a meeting? Go ahead—don't keep them waiting."
He didn't push. Instead, he pulled me into a hug, murmuring, "Thank you, my wife. Marrying someone as kind as you is the greatest blessing of my life."
I smiled faintly but stayed silent.
"As a reward, how about a big surprise from your husband today?" he teased.
"Sure. I'll be waiting at home," I replied coolly.
The moment he left, his assistant arrived with breakfast from my favorite hotel—a five-year ritual I once mistook for love. Now? Just another hollow gesture.
If he really cared, wouldn't he have learned to cook even one dish I liked?
I dumped the food in the trash and walked out.
The registration office was nearly empty. After filing my paperwork, I headed straight to a lawyer. The divorce agreement was simple—no claims, no fights. Within minutes, I had two copies in hand.
At Matt's company, whispers followed me:
"That's Mrs. Harris? No wonder he treats her like a treasure."
"Did you see that necklace she wore last week? $150,000 at auction! I'd never afford that in my lifetime—so jealous!"
I clenched the papers tighter. The charade was over.
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