“Matthew? This isn’t funny. Where are you?” I called out, but the house was silent—except for the faint hum of the fridge. Then I saw the note: “Don’t search for me.”
I tried calling him. Straight to voicemail. I called his mom. Nothing. His best friend hadn’t heard from him either. Days passed. Still no word.
The kids kept asking, “Where’s Daddy?” I had no answer. I finally went to the police, only to be told, “Adults have the right to disappear.”
Then, Claire—his mother—called. Her voice cracked: “Abbie, Matthew is here. With his mistress… and their newborn. He’s planning to drain your joint account and leave you. I’m so sorry.”
I was stunned, betrayed, heartbroken. But I knew I had to act—for my kids. I called a lawyer.
Then came another call—from her. “Abbie, it’s Lisa. I didn’t know he was going to abandon you like this. He lied to both of us. I want to help.”
We met. She showed me messages—proof of his manipulation. I was furious, but I believed her. Together, we gathered evidence and froze the accounts.
With everything in place, we went to confront him—with police by our side.
He was shocked. “You can’t do this to me!”
“Oh, I can,” I said, handing him divorce papers.
As he was escorted out, I finally felt peace.
Thanks to Claire and Lisa, I had the strength to protect my family. Now, it’s time to heal—and start again.
Leave a Reply