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.”

head buzzed when I heard that. Although I had mentally prepared myself for it, her answer still shocked me. I tightened my grip around

replied, “Why, yes. You asked for Mr. Matthew Murphy of Tanum Corporation from the 10th floor, right? He left

ask who Matthew’s wife was. If another woman was his wife,

I turned and left Galar Tower. I wanted to leave with dignity and hoped the

heard. My hands shook, but I calmed myself before asking, “Hey, John, is Matthew done with his meeting? I’ve been trying to call him, but he’s not picking up. I’m starting to

high-ranking executives at Tanum Corporation, so he would know if there was a meeting. Upon hearing my question, he seemed

all I managed to say before

powerlessness washed over me. My tense nerves collapsed, and I felt my knees buckle. It was like all my energy had dissipated, leaving me drained. My hand that

ask where he was. Was there even a need to ask? Even if I did,

Tower with another woman, making everyone believe the other woman was his wife. That woman could freely enter and exit, step into the company I had built independently, and enjoy privileges that should

felt 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 I tried to grasp

out who this