When Abbie’s husband disappears without a trace and leaves just a mysterious message behind, her entire world is turned upside down. A phone call from her mother-in-law a few days later reveals a startling news that completely unsettles Abbie. Matthew, where are you? “Matthew? You are not amused, where are you? Anticipating his voice from another room, I cried out. With the exception of the refrigerator’s slight hum, the home was silent.
“Matthew? You are not amused, where are you? Anticipating his voice from another room, I cried out. With the exception of the refrigerator’s slight hum, the home was silent. There was a note on the kitchen table, and my heart began to race. “Do not seek for me,” it said. Hoping it was a poor joke, I gazed at the note. Though Matthew was a big joker, this felt different. When I picked up my phone to call him, I heard the call go straight to voicemail.
Trying not to stutter, I said, “Matthew, call me back.” “This isn’t humorous.” Next, I gave his mother a call. “Hello, this is Abbie. Has Matthew gotten in touch with you? “No, sweetie,” Claire answered. Is everything in order? His go-to jacket still hanging in the closet, his shoes by the entrance, and his beloved coffee mug on the counter.
It was difficult, but I tried to keep things as normal as possible for the kids. My heart ached a little more each time they inquired about their father. Afterwards, my mother-in-law called me one day. Her voice broke the silence of the FaceTime connection, “If you want to know the truth, promise me you will not tell Matthew anything.” “Promise? What is happening?” I questioned as a knot in my stomach started to tighten.
Matthew is at my house right now. together with his mistress and their recently born child,” she said. “Abbie, Matthew instructed me to keep it a secret from you,” she went on. “He brought his mistress here since she had nowhere else to go. He intends to rent them an apartment using funds from your joint account. He informed me he is planning to divorce you and stay with his mistress. She is just 19 years old. It was as though the earth had suddenly lifted off of me. Tears streaked my eyes as I tried to make sense of what she was saying.
“He… what is he?” I stumbled over my words. She went on, “I apologize for lying to you about his whereabouts and for not being honest with you sooner.” Since he is my kid, I was at a loss for what to do. It took me a while to process everything. However, you are also my family and the mother of my cherished grandchildren. That is why I made the decision to be honest with you. You still have time, Abbie. For the benefit of your children, you can locate a lawyer and save money.” I was trembling, with feelings of betrayal, despair, and rage racing through me.