Chapter 7 - The Man Who Had Tried to Own Our Family Returned One Last Time, but He No Longer Had Anything We WantedMatteo had escaped prison transport.
He disappeared for three months.
Then he came to the house.
Alone.
He stood outside the gate.
I walked toward him.
“What do you want?”
He looked old.
Broken.
“I want forgiveness.”
I laughed.
“Why?”
“Because I was wrong.”
“You killed Rosa.”
“I didn't.”
“You ordered it.”
“No.”
He shook his head.
“Marco did.”
“On your orders.”
He nodded.
“Yes.”
“Then why are you here?”
“To tell you the truth.”
He revealed one final fact.
Rosa's death had been planned by my father.
Matteo had carried out part of it.
But the poison came from someone else.
My mother's former physician.
The doctor who had hidden the evidence.
He had done it because Rosa knew where the family money was buried.
Money worth hundreds of millions.
We found it.
And gave it away.
We used it to fund the foundation.
Matteo had no leverage.
He had no empire.
He had no power.
Only regret.
He looked at me.
“I destroyed my life.”
“Yes.”
“Will you forgive me?”
“No.”
He nodded.
“Fair.”
But I did not hate him.
That surprised me.
Hatred required energy.
I had children.
A home.
A future.
I didn't have room for his darkness anymore.
Matteo surrendered.
The case ended.
The Moretti empire was officially gone.
And that night, Daniel asked me:
“Do you regret giving it up?”
I looked around the dinner table.
Lucas was trying to feed a piece of broccoli to the dog.
“No.”
May you like
Daniel smiled.
“Good.”
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