I Dropped His Dying Mom At His Wedding novel Chapter 3

Chapter 3

When I got home, it was already dark. The room was pitch–black.

I pulled out my phone, found Tristian’s number, and typed a text to him.

“Tristian, I’ve prepared a wedding gift for you and your new wife. Be at the reception room of your military camp at 9 tomorrow morning. See you.”

I knew tonight was his wedding night. He might not even checThere were no lights on. Only Emilie’s heavy, ragged breathing sounded in the darkness.

I flipped on the light and looked at the aged woman in bed, who was oblivious to everything. I had mixed feelings.

Once, Emilie had been the only anchor I had in this family and the reason I pushed through every hard day.

Now, she’d become my sharpest weapon and my only leverage against Tristian.

I whispered in my heart, “I’m sorry, Emilie. But Tristian left me no choice.”

I made a decision that even shocked myself.

I walked to the bedside and started packing Emilie’s clothes and daily essentials.

Then I dialed the private nursing home in town.

“Hello, Mr. Moody? This is Christina, Emilie’s family. Yes. I need to check her out. I’m coming to pack her things up right now.

Dean of the nursing home, Finley Moody, sounded stunned. “Tina, it’s the middle of the night. Why the sudden rush? Emilie’s condition is unstable. She needs professional care.”

It had taken me a lot of effort to get Emilie into this nursing home.

The daily fees weren’t cheap, but I couldn’t handle her care alone. I’d had no choice but to send her there during the day and bring her back at night.

I stared into the phone, my voice calm.

“Thanks, Mr. Moody. But she has her own son to take care of her now. She doesn’t need an ‘outsider‘ like me worrying anymore.”

After hanging up, I didn’t hesitate.

I hired a van, and with the driver’s help, we struggled to lift Emilie, along with her simple hospital bed, into the van.

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10:46

The van jolted down the bumpy country road.

Emilie moaned a few times in her half–asleep state, sounding in pain.

I looked at her contorted face, and a flicker of pity and guilt crossed my heart.

But that feelings vanished quickly, replaced by a far stronger resolve.

k his phone.

But it didn’t matter.

This was just a trailer, an opening line of the show to come.

I turned off my phone, leaned against the cold van window, and watched the night scenery blur past outside.

The city lights in the distance glowed bright, like a dream I’d never reach.

Once, I’d dreamed of building a home with Tristian in the bustling city.

Now, I was awake.

I was no longer the obedient village woman who’d centered her life on the kitchen and hospital beds.

From today on, I’d live only for myself.

I’d fight for justice for seven years of my wasted youth and the dignity that had been trampled underfoot.