Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom

Chapter 6 Another Mrs. Murphy

I had only visited Tanum Corporation once when they first relocated to Galar Tower. Matthew took me there, and we rented an entire floor, which gave me a sense of accomplishment.

That day, he held me as we stood by the floor-to-ceiling window in his office and said affectionately, “Thank you for helping me and changing my life. Believe me, my love. It won’t be long before I give this building to you.”

I chuckled at his words. Now, he was about to tear it all apart.

When I entered the building, the young and attractive receptionist asked me which floor I was going to and who I was looking for. When I mentioned Matthew’s name, she gave me a quick once-over and said with a smile, “I’m sorry, madam. Mr. Murphy is not in. He went out with his wife.”

mentally prepared myself for it, her answer still shocked me. I tightened my grip

me in puzzlement and replied, “Why, yes. You asked for Mr. Matthew Murphy of Tanum Corporation from the 10th floor, right? He left early this morning with his

spine. I felt tempted to ask who Matthew’s wife was. If another woman was

I held myself back and clenched my teeth. Then I turned and left Galar Tower. I wanted to leave with dignity and hoped the receptionist had made a mistake.

before asking, “Hey, John, is Matthew done with his meeting? I’ve been trying to call him,

of the high-ranking executives at Tanum Corporation, so he would know if there was a meeting. Upon hearing my question, he seemed a little puzzled. “Meeting? There’s no meeting

was all I managed to say before hanging

moment, a sense of powerlessness washed over me. My tense nerves collapsed, and I felt my knees buckle. It was like all my

even muster the courage to call Matthew and ask where he was. Was there even a need to ask? Even if I did, he would just lie to me again. I no longer knew how to trust anything

another woman, making everyone believe the other woman was his wife. That woman could freely enter and exit, step

lost as I stood on the street among the crowd, and he was nowhere in sight. He resembled sand, slipping through my fingers. The more

thinking things through, I found out who