He Married Another So I Accepted My Arranged Husband Chapter 25
Before the arbitration result was announced, a new narrative began to spread online.
*Talia is dead, and Indigo still won’t let her go.*
*Was a fifty-thousand-dollar dress really worth driving someone to suicide?*
*With the Conti and Bellandi families backing her, of course she can rewrite the truth however she wants.*
These accounts carefully avoided the issue of Northstar’s equity, painting me only as a vindictive woman hounding a dead girl for revenge.
Conti Group had originally planned to hold a project briefing in New York for the new European logistics division.
The technical committee asked if I wanted to postpone it.
I refused.
“The project did nothing wrong.”
“And neither did I.”
On the day of the briefing, the venue was packed with clients and engineers.
During the Q&A session, the very first question had nothing to do with technology.
“Ms. Conti, do you believe your pursuit of compensation was a factor in Talia Moretti’s death?”
The room went instantly still.
A staff member moved to take the man’s microphone away.
I lifted a hand to stop him.
“My advisers asked Ms. Moretti to compensate me for the damaged wedding dress and to publicly withdraw her lies.”
“After the internal arbitration reached its decision, I never contacted her again.”
The man pressed on.
“That’s just your side of the story.”
I looked toward the control booth.
The large screen behind me lit up, first showing the nine canceled marriage appointments.
Then came a montage: six years of photos of me and Salvatore, footage from his wedding to Talia, the surveillance video of her cutting the thread on my dress, and Salvatore’s public confession in Lugano.
The last slide was the complete, detailed timeline I had already provided to my advisers.
Every piece of evidence was dated.
None of it was from after Talia’s death.
“I submitted this evidence while she was still alive.”
“The arbitration was also concluded while she was still alive.”
I tightened my grip on the microphone.
“I regret the loss of a human life, but regret is not an admission of guilt.”
“And it does not mean the living are obligated to preserve the lies a dead person leaves behind.”
Applause started somewhere in the back rows.
I didn’t wait for it to build.
“If there are no further technical questions, then today’s briefing is over.”
This time, I was not the one being escorted out by guards.
I shut off the screen myself and walked off the stage on my own terms.