The Wedding Game That Cost Him Everything Chapter 32
It wasn’t that he regretted giving them to me.
It was that he realized that, besides those assets, he no longer had a single thing left that proved he had once existed in my life.
The adviser passed the same question on to me.
I only asked, “Whose property are those assets now?”
“All internal procedures have been completed, and the Moretti Family publicly confirmed it.”
“Then there’s no need to ask me again.”
I hung up.
Money itself had done nothing wrong.
I had wanted to return it before because I was afraid it would become Tucker’s excuse to contact me.
Now, he no longer had the standing to exchange it for even a single word.
Chloe and I talked for an entire evening.
The next day, I took part of those assets and used them to compensate the fifteen people who had been abandoned on the island before the wedding.
At first, none of them wanted to take it.
Chloe carried my words back to them.
“This isn’t compensation from Isolde. It’s from the two people who treated human lives like a game.”
“The harm you suffered does not disappear just because you survived.”
With the rest of the money, I created an emergency relief program.
It was designed specifically to help people stranded in unfamiliar cities by violence, abandonment, or danger caused by delayed rescue.
Applicants would not have to prove to anyone that they were miserable enough.
As long as rescue records, hospital records, or credible records from a safety agency matched up, the program would provide lodging and medical assistance.
When I finished writing the first policy document, Chloe asked what I wanted to call it.
I thought of the night she was left on that beach, when Peace had only been a three-month-old fetus in her womb.
“Safe Return.”
Coming home safe.
That was what I had desperately wanted on the day of the wedding.
It was also the one thing Tucker and Sloane had never cared about.
On the day the program began operating, I received a message that had been passed along to me.
Tucker said he was willing to give me the last of what he had left.
The only condition was one meeting.
I had it sent back unchanged.
This time, I didn’t even bother saying no.