Beyond the Divorce

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.”

prepared myself for it, her answer still shocked me. I tightened my grip around my handbag, but my

in puzzlement and replied, “Why, yes. You asked for Mr. Matthew Murphy of Tanum Corporation

spine. I felt tempted to ask who Matthew’s

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. That way, Matthew’s pride would be intact as

Johnson Link from Tanum Corporation’s marketing department to reconfirm what I just heard. My hands shook, but I calmed myself before asking, “Hey, John, is Matthew done with his meeting? I’ve been trying to

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

was all I managed to say before

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

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

paraded around Galar Tower with another woman, making everyone believe the other woman was his wife. That woman could

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 him, the faster

thinking things through, I found out who this