The Wedding Game That Cost Him Everything Chapter 54
When the news reached Tucker’s monitored residence, he was silent for a very long time.
That was what a Moretti adviser later told Sierra.
Sierra passed it on to me.
“He said if that rule had existed on your wedding day, things would have been different.”
I was organizing the next day’s surgery schedule.
At that, my pen didn’t pause.
“The wedding didn’t lack rules,” I said.
“What it lacked was his willingness to treat my words as a refusal.”
I said, don’t touch me.
I said the wedding was canceled.
I said a hurricane was coming and asked him to bring those fifteen people back.
He didn’t need a rule written by the three-party alliance to understand me.
Sierra was quiet for two seconds.
“I’ll pass that on, word for word.”
“No need.”
“Why not?”
“I wasn’t saying it for him.”
How Tucker chose to understand that wedding in the future no longer mattered.
He had been given more than enough chances.
Every time, he had looked first to see whether Sloane found it amusing before deciding whether my pain was worth stopping.
Now he had lost his position, his legs, and his freedom, and only then learned to tell the difference between harm and a joke.
I would not go back and reward him for finally learning it.
I closed the surgery schedule.
“Don’t pass along any more messages from him.”
Sierra agreed quickly.
After that, I truly never heard another word from Tucker.
Nor from Sloane.
She remained in a controlled institution under treatment.
The Ferraro Family paid, as ordered, for her supervision, treatment, and compensation, and no longer dared make her disappear overseas.
They had spent so long blaming each other.
In the end, neither of them could use the other’s name to get away anymore.