I Dropped His Dying Mom At His Wedding novel Chapter 11

After painstakingly unraveling and settling the past, life finally turned to a brand new page.

With the portion of my allowance that I managed to recover, along with a humanitarian subsidy from the army, I rented a small shop at the entrance of the village that had been vacant for years.

I repainted it, cleaned it thoroughly, and opened a small eatery.

The name of the shop was simple: “Tina’s Diner.”

I put to use all the cooking skills I had honed at home over the

years.

My pasta was chewy and delicious; my ravioli had thin skins and generous fillings, with plenty of savory broth; I also learned to make some simple salads and sandwiches.

Because I used quality ingredients, set fair prices, and made tasty food, the diner quickly earned a good reputation in the village and nearby towns.

Every day before dawn, I would get up to prepare the ingredients.

Being busy left me no time to dwell on unpleasant memories.

Watching my customers eat with such satisfaction, and hearing their repeated praise-“Ma’am, your cooking is amazing“-filled me with a sense of security and fulfillment I had never known before.

I also spent money to get my driver’s license.

The first time I drove that secondhand Volkswagen by myself to the wholesale market in Tarrant County, I looked at my own hands–roughened by years of hard work–on the steering wheel, and my eyes grew moist.

From now on, I would never have to look to anyone else for approval, nor depend on anyone ever again.

I was my own steering wheel.

Some of the young people in the village, seeing how well my business was doing, taught me how to livestream on my phone and how to open an online shop.

I learned quickly and began trying to sell local specialties and some of my own long–lasting

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snacks online.

To my surprise, sales were actually quite good.

My life became busier and busier, but also more and more fulfilling.

The smile on my face grew more frequent and more genuine with each passing day.

I was no longer the military wife Christina who always kept her head down and spoke timidly, I felt completely transformed, radiating confidence and vitality.

Every month, I would still set aside a day to visit Emilie at the nursing home.

I would bring her some soft food, help her wash up, and keep her company for a chat, even though she couldn’t respond to a single word.

I did these things not because of Tristian, nor out of any sense of obligation.

It was simply to fulfill, in my own heart, the last bit of affection and duty I owed her as her former daughter–in–law.

As for Tristian and Megan, news of them trickled in from time to time.

I heard that, after losing the steady income from the army and racking up a mountain of debt, Tristian could only scrape by with odd jobs, living a miserable life.

As for Megan, after the divorce and that disgraceful episode, she couldn’t stay in her old city anymore and slunk back to her hometown, whereabouts unknown.

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