I Dropped His Dying Mom At His Wedding novel Chapter 9

small mountain village as if it had grown wings.

The entire village was in an uproar.

Once, he was the pride everyone in the village talked about, a living example inspiring children to study hard and strive for success.

Now, he had become the ‘laughingstock of the village,‘ a morally bankrupt jerk despised by all.

The villagers‘ discussions were no longer filled with envy and admiration, but with contempt and disdain.

“You really can’t judge a book by its cover! He looked so decent, who would’ve thought he was this kind of person!”

“Poor Tina, such a good wife, and he treated her so terribly!”

“Serves him right! Someone so unfilial and heartless deserves this outcome!”

“I heard the mistress he found in the city was a real vixen, but as soon as she saw he was finished, she ran off immediately! That’s karma!”

When I finished handling everything and returned to the village, I was no longer met with those sympathetic yet faintly condescending looks from before.

The villagers came up to me proactively, holding my hands and asking after my well–being.

“Tina, it’s good that you’re back! If you ever have any difficulties, just come to me!”

“You handled this so well! That heartless man deserved to be utterly disgraced!”

Looking at their honest and sincere faces, I felt my eyes grow hot.

I was no longer the silent, long–suffering military wife Christina.

Through my actions, I had regained my dignity.

For the first time ever, I stood tall and proud.

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Tristian returned to the village a few days after me.

He came back alone, disheveled and haggard, looking like a stray dog.

The once arrogant ‘high–ranking officer‘ who returned home in glory now couldn’t even lift his

head.

He locked himself in the old house, never stepping outside, unable to face the villagers‘ pointing fingers and whispers.

On Megan’s side, she completed the divorce procedures with him as quickly as possible.

It was said that the Owen family, eager to rid themselves of this ‘stain,‘ even paid a sum of money -about 2,000 dollars–to finally end this ridiculous marriage.

Tristian tried to make her stay, to beg, and even resorted to some disgraceful threats.

But Megan’s feelings for him had long since turned from infatuation to disgust and hatred under the blows of reality.

She left resolutely, without a trace of nostalgia.

According to the army’s arrangements, I contacted a lawyer in Tarrant County and began formally handling the subsequent financial disputes with Tristian.

The money he swindled from me had to be returned in full, not a cent less.

There was also the matter of Emilie’s support, which needed to be further clarified and formalized through legal procedures.

After paying hefty fines and repaying the allowances he owed, Tristian’s retirement pay was almost completely depleted.

He had no property to his name.

To scrape together some money, he began selling off some of the old family valuables that still

held some worth.

But these were just a drop in the bucket compared to the high medical and nursing expenses Emilie would face in the future.

Emilie was properly placed by the army in the best rehabilitation and nursing home in the county.

Tristian, under the dual constraints of the law and military discipline, was required to visit her regularly and pay monthly fees.

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