The Wedding Game That Cost Him Everything Chapter 29
They looked at each other through two separate screens.
One started dredging up old accounts; the other was desperate to prove who was worse.
No one asked Sierra how she had lived all these years.
And all at once, I understood.
Even now, neither of them truly regretted what they had done.
They had only begun looking for someone to blame after the pain finally reached them.
Before the inquiry ended, Sierra said only one sentence.
“I don’t want an apology.”
She looked at the three advisers presiding over the hearing.
“All I want is for every word they just said to stay in the Family record.”
Once Sierra’s case was reopened, my wedding was raised again, too.
Tucker had originally handed the Moretti Family the list of men who touched me at the wedding.
He had thought he was avenging me.
But their testimony, the transfer records publicly displayed on the screen, and the microphone that was cut off all pointed back to him in the end.
Several of them made it very clear.
They were paid, outer-circle witnesses.
Sloane had announced the game. Tucker had been responsible for the payments.
When I said the wedding was canceled, Tucker had told the sound engineer to cut the mic.
When a guest hesitated, it was his transfer that sent the crowd surging at me again.
In the Family order, payment from the heir was not heckling.
It was authorization.
They all wanted to pass the blame somewhere else.
Some said they had only pulled at ribbons.
Some said they had merely gone along with the crowd.
Some even said that because Tucker only called it off at the very end, they had assumed the future wife had accepted it.
I didn’t argue with them.
I only recounted what happened at the wedding.
“The first time I said stop, the microphone was cut.”
“The second time, I said the wedding was canceled and that I would take this to the Family head and the capos.”
“The third time, I shouted Tucker’s name.”
At that point, I paused.
One of the advisers opposite me asked, “What did he do then?”
“He watched.”
My voice was calm.
“He didn’t say ‘enough’ until my wedding dress had already been torn open.”
Tucker closed his eyes.
Sloane, however, suddenly burst out laughing.
“See? He paid.”
“I just came up with a game. I didn’t tear her clothes myself.”