The Wedding Game That Cost Him Everything Chapter 36
He asked me whether, for the sake of the past three years, I could forgive him just this once.
I thought about it.
There really had been good times in those three years.
But the good could not erase a single injury.
I had no obligation to accept being pushed into that crowd by his own hands just because he had once stepped in front of danger for me.
“Tucker, Sierra’s leg isn’t coming back.”
“My parents’ ashes aren’t coming back, either.”
“You admitted what you did. That doesn’t make time run backward.”
I submitted the prepared statement to the three advisers.
There was not a single curse in it.
Only the transfers made at the wedding, the fifteen people brought back by coastal rescue, the delayed video link, and the things Sloane and Tucker had admitted with their own mouths.
When the result was announced, Sloane began to scream.
Her mental problems did not erase the harms that had already been proven.
The three-party committee permanently stripped her of Family protection and control over her assets. Future treatment, custody, and compensation to victims would all be borne by the Ferraro Family.
Tucker made no further excuses.
His confession did not buy him back the life he once had.
The Moretti Family officially erased both his status as heir and his role as second-in-command from the record.
For the rest of his life, he would be kept in a monitored residence. He would no longer be able to command anyone, nor approach me in the name of the Family.
Sierra’s claim over the car accident was upheld.
The Bellandi Family received public acknowledgment, compensation, and the right to pursue reckoning against those who had given false testimony back then.
The wedding, the harm done there, and the humiliation Tucker later staged all received separate internal rulings.
I didn’t ask where they would be kept.
It had nothing to do with me anymore.
Before the feed cut off, Tucker said one last thing.
“Isolde, I regret it.”
I shut the computer.
Outside, dawn was just breaking.
His regret had come too late. It no longer deserved a single day of my time.