I Said 'I Do' to My Mother's Killer - Chapter 7: Chapter 7
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                    The internet exploded with speculation about Matt and Taylor's dramatic fallout. As their story trended nationwide, the O'Donnell Group dropped a bombshell statement: Taylor was their young mistress, and her only connection to the Harris Group had been strictly business.
The announcement took a sharp turn, accusing Matt of betrayal. They claimed their statement revision was necessary due to injuries their "young mistress" sustained at the Harris Mansion. Trust and integrity, they emphasized, weren't just ideals—they were the foundation of business.
The dominoes fell fast. One by one, Harris Group partners severed ties. Suppliers jumped ship too, leaving Matt's empire crumbling within days. Yet through the storm, Matt stayed silent—no defenses, no explanations. He just watched, motionless, as the O'Donnell Group swallowed up every project that had ever borne the Harris name.
Then the media dug deeper. Whispers about Matt, Taylor, and Gregg's college-era love triangle went viral. Tabloids painted Matt as a lovesick fool, showering a married woman with extravagant gifts and contracts. Online sleuths theorized his "failure to win the goddess" had driven him to self-destruct.
Just as the speculation peaked, Matt broke his silence in the most unexpected way—posting his marriage certificate on the company's official account.
What game was he playing now? He'd been the one to lie and betray first. Now that I'd uncovered the truth and left, why this sudden charade of marital devotion? When his obsession with Taylor went public, why pretend he'd married for love?
Furious, I powered off my phone and fled my apartment, desperate to escape the chaos. But Matt wasn't done. International calls bombarded me—until I accidentally answered. That familiar voice sent ice through my veins. I hung up instantly, blocked every domestic number, and disappeared into the city.
Meanwhile, Henry finally sent Matt the damning update: I'd been to the hospital. As surveillance footage played, Matt studied my eerily calm expression—and for the first time, real fear gripped him.
"How could this happen?" he demanded, voice raw. "When did she go?"
                
            
        The announcement took a sharp turn, accusing Matt of betrayal. They claimed their statement revision was necessary due to injuries their "young mistress" sustained at the Harris Mansion. Trust and integrity, they emphasized, weren't just ideals—they were the foundation of business.
The dominoes fell fast. One by one, Harris Group partners severed ties. Suppliers jumped ship too, leaving Matt's empire crumbling within days. Yet through the storm, Matt stayed silent—no defenses, no explanations. He just watched, motionless, as the O'Donnell Group swallowed up every project that had ever borne the Harris name.
Then the media dug deeper. Whispers about Matt, Taylor, and Gregg's college-era love triangle went viral. Tabloids painted Matt as a lovesick fool, showering a married woman with extravagant gifts and contracts. Online sleuths theorized his "failure to win the goddess" had driven him to self-destruct.
Just as the speculation peaked, Matt broke his silence in the most unexpected way—posting his marriage certificate on the company's official account.
What game was he playing now? He'd been the one to lie and betray first. Now that I'd uncovered the truth and left, why this sudden charade of marital devotion? When his obsession with Taylor went public, why pretend he'd married for love?
Furious, I powered off my phone and fled my apartment, desperate to escape the chaos. But Matt wasn't done. International calls bombarded me—until I accidentally answered. That familiar voice sent ice through my veins. I hung up instantly, blocked every domestic number, and disappeared into the city.
Meanwhile, Henry finally sent Matt the damning update: I'd been to the hospital. As surveillance footage played, Matt studied my eerily calm expression—and for the first time, real fear gripped him.
"How could this happen?" he demanded, voice raw. "When did she go?"
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