When news of the canceled wedding reached Asteridge, I was helping my father with the main branch of the family business.
By then, all the evidence proving Elena had framed me had been made public. The Moretti family had withdrawn every accusation against me, and the Costas had formally ended the marriage alliance.
My mother asked if I wanted to see what had happened at the wedding.
"No."
Whether Dante had gone through with it or lost his position as heir no longer had anything to do with me.
Ten days later, Mr. and Mrs. Moretti came to Asteridge.
We met at the same seaside restaurant.
Dante came with them. In only 10 days, he'd lost noticeable weight, and dark circles shadowed his eyes. A manila envelope was tucked under one arm.
Mrs. Moretti took my mother's hand, her eyes alread
