I Dropped His Dying Mom At His Wedding novel Chapter 8

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Chapter 8

The final judgment came faster and more thoroughly than I had expected.

After more than a week of in–depth investigation and verification of all circumstances, the investigation team decided to publicly deal with Tristian.

That day, the military held a general assembly for all soldiers.

I was not allowed to attend, but afterwards, Rodolfo personally came to the Army Lodging to inform me of the outcome.

He said that in front of all the soldiers, the commander personally read out the disciplinary decision against Tristian.

The decision listed several of Tristian’s disciplinary violations:

Deceiving the organization and obtaining a divorce through improper means;

Moral corruption, maintaining an improper relationship with another person during his marriage;

Falsification, long–term fraudulent collection of military family allowances from the state;

Neglecting family ties, maliciously evading his obligation to support direct relatives;

Suspected economic issues, accepting unexplained funds by taking advantage of his position…

Each charge was like a heavy hammer, shattering Tristian’s military career and future into pieces.

The final decision was: removal from all positions, forced retirement, and expulsion from the military.

At the same time, the military would recover all fraudulently obtained allowances in accordance with the law, and transfer clues related to his suspected economic issues to the local judicial authorities.

Expelled from the military!

For a man who valued military honor more than his own life, this was a punishment more painful than death.

Rodolfo said that when the disciplinary decision was read out, Tristian stood on stage–once a

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high–spirited young officer, now ashen–faced, his legs giving way, almost collapsing to the ground.

His former colleagues and comrades, those who once admired and respected him, now looked at him with a mixture of contempt, regret, and complex emotions.

Those gazes were like countless sharp knives, slicing his last shreds of dignity and decency to pieces.

Megan was present at the scene as well.

As the “newlywed spouse,” she was arranged to sit in the front row.

Listening to each charge being read out on stage, she was completely stunned, her face pale, her body on the verge of collapse.

She finally realized clearly what kind of scum she had married.

Her dream of marrying into a wealthy family, her dream of being an officer’s wife, was shattered

into dust at that moment.

After the meeting, it was said that Megan rushed at Tristian like a madwoman, grabbing and hitting him in front of everyone, hysterically crying and cursing him as a liar and the criminal who had ruined her life.

Their ridiculous marriage, which had lasted only a few days, ended in the most humiliating and dramatic way possible.

As for Emilie’s support issue, the military also gave a clear decision.

Tristian must bear all of his mother’s future medical and living expenses, which will be supervised by the unit and directly deducted from his monthly retirement pay, ensuring the rights of me, the “ex–wife.”

Listening to Rodolfo’s report, I did not feel the wild joy I had imagined, but rather an unprecedented sense of calm and relief.

It was as if someone who had borne a heavy shackle for years had finally, on this day, laid down all their burdens.

I let out a long sigh of relief.

I said to Rodolfo, “Thank you all for giving me justice.”

Rodolfo looked at me, a trace of admiration in his eyes.

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