I Dropped His Dying Mom at His Wedding

Chapter 12 – I Dropped His Dying Mom at His Wedding Novel Online Free

I learned quickly and began trying to sell local specialties and some of my own long-lasting snacks online.

To my surprise, sales were actually quite good.

My life became busier and busier, but also more and more fulfilling.

The smile on my face grew more frequent and more genuine with each passing day.

I was no longer the military wife Christina who always kept her head down and spoke timidly, I felt completely transformed, radiating confidence and vitality.

Every month, I would still set aside a day to visit Emilie at the nursing home.

I would bring her some soft food, help her wash up, and keep her company for a chat, even though she couldn’t respond to a single word.

I did these things not because of Tristian, nor out of any sense of obligation.

It was simply to fulfill, in my own heart, the last bit of affection and duty I owed her as her former daughter-in-law.

As for Tristian and Megan, news of them trickled in from time to time.

I heard that, after losing the steady income from the army and racking up a mountain of debt, Tristian could only scrape by with odd jobs, living a miserable life.

As for Megan, after the divorce and that disgraceful episode, she couldn’t stay in her old city anymore and slunk back to her hometown, whereabouts unknown.

Hearing all this, I felt no ripple of emotion in my heart.

Whether their lives turned out good or bad, it no longer had anything to do with me.

My life, in my own hands, was getting better and better.

One evening, while I was busy in the shop, I received a letter from the army.

Inside the envelope was the latest breakdown of Emilie’s nursing home expenses, clearly listing each deduction from Tristian’s retirement pay, item by item.

Looking at that statement, I felt a deep sense of reassurance.

This was the most reliable security I had fought for myself.

2 years later.

“Tina’s Diner” was no longer just that small shop at the entrance of the village.

I took over a larger storefront on the busiest street in town, decorating it to be bright and cozy.

Business kept growing, and I even registered my own brand, opened several branches, and became a well-known ‘pioneer of prosperity’ in the area.

With the money I earned, I bought a house for my parents in Tarrant County and brought them over to enjoy their later years in comfort.

I also set up a small scholarship fund, dedicated to supporting children from the village who came from struggling families but excelled in both character and academics.

As for Emilie, I did not turn a blind eye to her either.

In addition to Tristian’s alimony, I paid out of my own pocket to hire the best caregiver for her, ensuring she received the best possible care in her final days.

I did all of this not for anyone else, but simply to find peace within myself.

What happened to Tristian afterwards?

I heard that because he had been in debt for a long time, he was beaten and had his leg broken, and could only scrape by doing odd jobs at construction sites.

The monthly alimony for his mother, which had to be paid without fail, weighed on him like a mountain, making it hard for him to breathe.

He once thought about coming back to find me and entangle me again.

But when he saw me driving a car, dressed smartly, and confidently directing my staff in the shop, he didn’t even have the courage to approach me.

He and I had long since become people from two different worlds.

As for Megan, her fate was even more miserable.

It was said that later, for money, she married a man more than twenty years older than her who had been married before, and her life was a mess, often fighting with her stepchildren over trivial matters.

She no longer had the arrogance and glamour of the past, becoming vulgar and petty.

By chance, I heard about their recent situations from a fellow villager, and my heart remained calm as still water.

I had long since let go of all past grievances.

I understood the simplest truth: in life, if you rely on the mountains, they may collapse; if you rely on people, they may leave; only yourself is the most reliable support.

I turned my little diner into a chain, and even helped several struggling families in the village to prosper together through farming and breeding.

I became a new role model in the village and even in the town.

One bright afternoon, I received a letter of thanks from Tristian’s former military unit.

In the letter, the unit leaders highly praised and commended my dedication as a military spouse and my later actions in upholding principles and justice in the face of unfairness.

Sunlight streamed through the clean glass windows into my shop, warm and gentle.

Watching the customers coming and going, and seeing my employees busy and happy, a genuine, happy, and contented smile appeared on my face.

After weathering the storms of life, I finally welcomed the brightest sunshine.

The life that belongs to me is only just beginning.

—The End


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