Ivanna shook her head, saying, "The surveillance footage I got was too blurry. Also, I couldn't see the woman's face because Matthew's arms blocked her face."

"Do you have the footage now?" I asked.

She quickly sent me the footage, and I saw many people on the street that night. Matthew’s figure in the video was fleeting. He wore the same overcoat I had ironed for him, making his tall figure stand out in the crowd.

His left arm was around a woman in a pink top. His large frame obscured her figure, so I zoomed in on the footage, but it made no difference. I still couldn’t make out the woman’s face.

"He's quite the schemer," I said as my tears clouded my vision.

Ivanna silently approached and sat beside me before putting her arm around my shoulder. I held the phone, choking on my tears as I said, "That night, I saw his figure on a live stream on TikTok. I sent him the video link immediately."

I paused, tried to calm down, and spoke again. "Matt found a restaurant, removed his jacke