Chapter 10 – I Dropped His Dying Mom at His Wedding Novel Online Free

When I finished handling everything and returned to the village, I was no longer met with those sympathetic yet faintly condescending looks from before.

The villagers came up to me proactively, holding my hands and asking after my well-being.

“Tina, it’s good that you’re back! If you ever have any difficulties, just come to me!”

“You handled this so well! That heartless man deserved to be utterly disgraced!”

Looking at their honest and sincere faces, I felt my eyes grow hot.

I was no longer the silent, long-suffering military wife Christina.

Through my actions, I had regained my dignity.

For the first time ever, I stood tall and proud.

Tristian returned to the village a few days after me.

He came back alone, disheveled and haggard, looking like a stray dog.

The once arrogant ‘high-ranking officer’ who returned home in glory now couldn’t even lift his head.

He locked himself in the old house, never stepping outside, unable to face the villagers’ pointing fingers and whispers.

On Megan’s side, she completed the divorce procedures with him as quickly as possible.

It was said that the Owen family, eager to rid themselves of this ‘stain,’ even paid a sum of money -about 2,000 dollars-to finally end this ridiculous marriage.

Tristian tried to make her stay, to beg, and even resorted to some disgraceful threats.

But Megan’s feelings for him had long since turned from infatuation to disgust and hatred under the blows of reality.

She left resolutely, without a trace of nostalgia.

According to the army’s arrangements, I contacted a lawyer in Tarrant County and began formally handling the subsequent financial disputes with Tristian.

The money he swindled from me had to be returned in full, not a cent less.

There was also the matter of Emilie’s support, which needed to be further clarified and formalized through legal procedures.

After paying hefty fines and repaying the allowances he owed, Tristian’s retirement pay was almost completely depleted.

He had no property to his name.

To scrape together some money, he began selling off some of the old family valuables that still held some worth.

But these were just a drop in the bucket compared to the high medical and nursing expenses Emilie would face in the future.

Emilie was properly placed by the army in the best rehabilitation and nursing home in the county.

Tristian, under the dual constraints of the law and military discipline, was required to visit her regularly and pay monthly fees.

I visited Emilie once.

She lay on a clean hospital bed, looking much healthier than she did at home, but her eyes were still empty.

The caregiver said that Tristian had visited her, kneeling by her bed and crying for a long time.

But she showed no reaction at all.

Perhaps, in her heart, this son of hers was already dead.

Looking at all of this, at the man I once loved so deeply, now abandoned by everyone and living in misery, I felt not a shred of pity.

He had brought all of this upon himself.

My life would never again be entangled with his.

Everything from the past deserved to be put to an end.

I thought things would finally settle down, but I still underestimated the darkness of human nature.

That woman named Megan, after divorcing Tristian, found herself not only empty-handed but also disgraced in her own social circle because of this shameful marriage.

Unwilling to end things in such a humiliating way, she directed all her resentment at me.

With malicious intent, she began anonymously spreading rumors about me on various social media platforms and local forums.

She portrayed me as a cunning, greedy, and aggressive woman from the countryside.

She claimed that I had known about Tristian’s intention to divorce long ago, and deliberately kept Emilie as a bargaining chip.

She said I made outrageous demands, asking Tristian for a huge compensation, which led to his disciplinary action by the military.

She even described my calm and decisive counterattack as a carefully planned scheme to swindle property.

These rumors, complete with pictures and fabricated details, quickly sparked discussion among uninformed netizens online.

Some of my distant relatives also saw these posts and called to ask me what was really going on.

Before I could respond, Valerie from the village stormed over to me with her phone in hand.


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