Then I headed to the hospital where my mother had her surgery to look for her organ transplant records agreement.
At the bottom of the document, there was a signature. It was my personal signature. Except, I had never signed it. Matt had forged my name and mimicked my handwriting perfectly.
I made a copy of the agreement and sent it to Matt and based on the timing, by the time he received the documents, I had already boarded the plane.
I did not return home for a whole day long and so he was.
As I stepped onto the plane, his messages started coming in.
[Fiona, I had my assistant deliver your gift to the house. Why didn't you open the door for him?]
[Are you still mad?]
[Don’t be mad, okay? Be a good girl. Your husband will be home soon.]
He was lying to me again.
Half an hour earlier, a small-time influencer had spotted him shopping with Taylor and she secretly started livestreaming the whole deal. On-screen, he was busy helping Taylor pick out a dress for the shareholders' meeting.
I didn’t respond to his messages. Instead, after receiving a confirmation text that my documents had been successfully canceled, I deleted all his contact information.