Chapter 9 - THE UNRAVELING
Two weeks passed before I heard any news of my son and his bride again, and it didn't come from them.
It came in the form of a local Boston tabloid article sent to my email by Thomas, the venue manager of Briarwood Manor.
The headline blared across the digital gossip page: “HIGH-SOCIETY BRIDE’S DREAM WEDDING ENDS IN DISASTER: SUPER GLUE SCANDAL AND BANKRUPTCY REVEALED!”
The article detailed the bizarre, unfolding drama of the Moretti-Sterling wedding. According to anonymous bridesmaid sources, the bride—Chloe Sterling—had accidentally glued her own designer gown to a chair meant for the groom’s mother, resulting in a shredded dress, a public meltdown, and a thirty-four-thousand-dollar unpaid catering bill that had landed the newlyweds in civil small-claims court.
Furthermore, investigative gossip columns revealed that Lucas Moretti’s high-flying tech startup had quietly collapsed due to the sudden withdrawal of anonymous venture capital, forcing the couple to abandon their Back Bay townhouse and move into a cramped, unfurnished studio apartment on the outskirts of the city.
Chloe had reportedly packed her designer luggage, walked out on Lucas, and moved back in with her parents in Connecticut, leaving my cowardly son completely alone in a city that no longer gave him a second glance.
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I closed the browser tab, unimpressed. Karma didn't need my help anymore; it was running its course with ruthless efficiency.
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