Abbie’s life was turned upside down when her husband, Matthew, disappeared without a trace, leaving behind only a cryptic note. Days passed in confusion and fear, and then a phone call from her mother-in-law revealed a devastating truth. Where was Matthew? And how could her world change so drastically?
“Matthew? This isn’t funny. Where are you?” I called out, expecting to hear his voice from another room.
But the house was eerily quiet, save for the soft hum of the refrigerator. My heart began to race as I spotted a note on the kitchen table. It simply read: “Don’t search for me.”
I stood frozen, hoping it was some twisted joke. Matthew had always loved pranks, but this felt different. I grabbed my phone and dialed his number, only for it to go straight to voicemail.
“Matthew, call me back,” I said, trying to keep the panic out of my voice. “This isn’t funny.”
I reached out to his mom next. “Hi, it’s Abbie. Have you heard from Matthew?”
“No, dear,” Claire replied, her voice gentle. “Is something wrong?”
I hesitated before responding, “No, just thought he might have stopped by. Sorry to bother you.”
Next, I tried his best friend, James, who hadn’t heard from him either. Panic grew, and soon, I found myself at the police station, clutching the note.
“Ma’am, with that note, we can’t start an investigation. Adults have the right to disappear if they choose,” the officer explained, offering no comfort.
I walked out feeling more helpless than ever. Matthew wasn’t coming back. Days blurred into weeks, filled with empty spaces where he should have been. The kids asked every day, “Where’s Daddy?” and each time, my heart broke a little more as I reassured them, “Daddy’s away for a while.”
Then, one afternoon, my phone rang. It was my mother-in-law, her voice hesitant and cracking with emotion. “Abbie, if you want to know the truth, you need to promise me something. Don’t tell Matthew that I told you.”
I felt a knot form in my stomach. “Promise? What’s going on?”
There was a long pause before she spoke, her words sending shockwaves through me. “Matthew’s here. With his mistress… and their newborn baby.”
I couldn’t breathe.
“He’s planning to rent them an apartment using your joint account. He told me he’s divorcing you. She’s barely 19, Abbie,” she confessed, her voice breaking.
The ground seemed to vanish beneath me. My vision blurred with tears. “He… he’s what?”
“I’m so sorry, Abbie. I didn’t know what to do. But you’re family to me and the mother of my grandchildren. You need to find a lawyer and protect yourself—before he drains your account.”
Anger, betrayal, and disbelief coursed through me. I thanked her, hung up, and stared at the phone, struggling to process the reality that the man I had loved and trusted was planning to abandon me for someone else.
I pulled myself together for the kids’ sake, but inside, I was unraveling. I reached out to a lawyer, determined to protect my family.
Days later, an unknown number called. The voice on the other end was shaky but familiar. “Hi, Abbie. It’s Lisa. I’m the woman Matthew’s been seeing. We need to talk.”
My blood boiled. “How dare you call me!” I snapped.
“Please, just hear me out. There’s something you need to know about your family,” she pleaded.
Against every instinct, I agreed to meet her. That evening, I sat across from her at a small café, still stunned that this young girl was the one Matthew had left me for.
“Matthew told me he’d leave you, but I never agreed to this,” Lisa began. “I didn’t know he would abandon you like this.”
I folded my arms, skeptical. “Why should I believe you?”
She reached into her bag, pulling out a stack of emails and messages between her and Matthew. “He’s been lying to both of us. I had no idea how manipulative he was.”
I read through the texts, my hands trembling as the full extent of his deceit came to light.
“I’m so sorry,” she said, her eyes filling with tears. “I want to help you. I don’t want any part of his schemes.”
Still, I couldn’t understand her motivation. “Why are you doing this?” I asked, my voice wavering.
“Because I’ve realized what kind of man he truly is. I want to make things right, at least for your sake and your kids.”
Reluctantly, I agreed to work with her. We spent hours strategizing, gathering evidence, and preparing for the inevitable confrontation.
Finally, the day came. Armed with the information Lisa had provided and the support of my lawyer, I stood on my mother-in-law’s doorstep, ready to confront the man who had shattered my life.
When Matthew saw us, his face went pale. “Abbie, what are you doing here?”
“It’s over, Matthew,” I said, my voice strong. “We know everything—about your lies, your betrayal. You won’t get away with it.”
The police officers moved forward, presenting the legal documents. “Mr. Johnson, you’re being served with a restraining order. You need to vacate the premises.”
Matthew’s bravado crumbled. “This isn’t fair!” he shouted, desperation seeping into his voice.
“It’s perfectly fair,” I replied, holding up the divorce papers. “You made your choice. Now you’ll face the consequences.”
As the officers led him away, a wave of relief washed over me. I turned to Lisa and my mother-in-law, both standing by my side, their support unwavering.
“Thank you,” I whispered, tears of gratitude streaming down my face. “I couldn’t have done this without you.”
With their help, I had taken the first step toward rebuilding my life—and protecting my children from the man I thought I knew.
What would you have done?