I Said 'I Do' to My Mother's Killer - Chapter 5: Chapter 5
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Matt blinked, completely lost. His secretary's words weren't computing. "What surgery? What the hell are you talking about?" he demanded, his voice tight with confusion.
The secretary fumbled urgently with the papers in his hands, thrusting the agreement under Matt's nose. "This! Your wife sent this to the office—the consent form you signed for her five years ago. She knows everything now!" His fingers trembled as he pointed to Matt's forged signature. "I tried calling her immediately, but her line's dead. Sir, I think something's seriously wrong!"
Nearby, Taylor paused mid-twirl in front of the mirror, a smirk flashing across her face before she schooled her features into concern. "Oh dear," she purred, draping herself against a clothing rack. "Is Fiona being dramatic again? Honestly, Matt, you've spoiled her rotten. Some women just need firm handling—they don't appreciate kindness." She held up a sequined dress with a saccharine smile. "Does this make your necklace pop? You always had such exquisite taste."
"Sure, fine," Matt muttered, barely glancing up from his phone where message after message to me bounced back with brutal red exclamation points. His throat went dry—in five years of marriage, I'd never blocked him. Not after our worst fights, not even when he'd forgotten our anniversary twice. I'd always been the understanding wife, swallowing every hurt to keep his world running smoothly.
The realization hit like a sucker punch: This wasn't another tantrum. This was an exit.
He bolted outside under pretense of a work call, dialing Henry with shaking hands. "Pull your ER footage," he barked. "Has Fiona been there recently?"
Henry's confusion crackled through the line. "Whoa, what's happening? If she's sick, she could've just—"
"She knows about the surgery," Matt cut in, the words ash in his mouth. "About the papers I signed. Now she's gone dark."
A weighted pause. "I warned you, man. Burying the truth just makes it stink worse when it surfaces. Especially when you wouldn't even let her see her own mother's body afterward." Henry exhaled sharply. "I'll check. But you'd better brace yourself."
The call ended, leaving Matt staring at his reflection in the dark phone screen—a man watching his life unravel in real time. He whirled on his secretary with sudden, desperate energy. "Tear this city apart. Find out where my wife has been for the last forty-eight hours."
The secretary fumbled urgently with the papers in his hands, thrusting the agreement under Matt's nose. "This! Your wife sent this to the office—the consent form you signed for her five years ago. She knows everything now!" His fingers trembled as he pointed to Matt's forged signature. "I tried calling her immediately, but her line's dead. Sir, I think something's seriously wrong!"
Nearby, Taylor paused mid-twirl in front of the mirror, a smirk flashing across her face before she schooled her features into concern. "Oh dear," she purred, draping herself against a clothing rack. "Is Fiona being dramatic again? Honestly, Matt, you've spoiled her rotten. Some women just need firm handling—they don't appreciate kindness." She held up a sequined dress with a saccharine smile. "Does this make your necklace pop? You always had such exquisite taste."
"Sure, fine," Matt muttered, barely glancing up from his phone where message after message to me bounced back with brutal red exclamation points. His throat went dry—in five years of marriage, I'd never blocked him. Not after our worst fights, not even when he'd forgotten our anniversary twice. I'd always been the understanding wife, swallowing every hurt to keep his world running smoothly.
The realization hit like a sucker punch: This wasn't another tantrum. This was an exit.
He bolted outside under pretense of a work call, dialing Henry with shaking hands. "Pull your ER footage," he barked. "Has Fiona been there recently?"
Henry's confusion crackled through the line. "Whoa, what's happening? If she's sick, she could've just—"
"She knows about the surgery," Matt cut in, the words ash in his mouth. "About the papers I signed. Now she's gone dark."
A weighted pause. "I warned you, man. Burying the truth just makes it stink worse when it surfaces. Especially when you wouldn't even let her see her own mother's body afterward." Henry exhaled sharply. "I'll check. But you'd better brace yourself."
The call ended, leaving Matt staring at his reflection in the dark phone screen—a man watching his life unravel in real time. He whirled on his secretary with sudden, desperate energy. "Tear this city apart. Find out where my wife has been for the last forty-eight hours."
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