A Boy in the Video Called My Late Fiance Dad, Standing Before My Bestie’s Wedding Photo Chapter 10

A Boy in the Video Called My Late Fiance Dad, Standing Before My Bestie’s Wedding Photo Chapter 10

At last, the day of the trial arrived. 

Dressed in a tailored black suit, I walked into the 

courtroom and took my seat in the gallery. 

My mother sat beside me, her hand wrapped 

tightly around mine. Her palm was damp with 

sweat, but I squeezed her hand back and silently 

assured her that everything was going to be okay. 

I placed my phone neatly on my lap. 

The camera was pointed directly at the 

defendants‘ table. 

A moment later, Julian and Vivian were escorted 

into the courtroom. 

In just half a month, they looked as if they had 

aged ten years. 

Julian’s hair had turned noticeably gray, and his 

once–confident posture had collapsed into a 

permanent hunch. 

Vivian looked even worse. Her face was gaunt, her 

skin dull, and the spark in her eyes had long since 

vanished. 

The moment she saw me, she exploded. 

She struggled violently against the officers holding 

her and screamed across the courtroom. 

“Hazel! Are you happy now? Look what you’ve 

done to us! You’ll get what’s coming to you!” 

The bailiffs immediately restrained her. 

I watched her coldly. 

Retribution? 

The real retribution was only beginning. 

The trial proceeded smoothly. 

The evidence was overwhelming, airtight, and 

impossible to dispute. 

When everything concluded, the judge delivered 

the verdict on the spot. 

Julian Thorne was found guilty of fraud, bigamy, 

and forging official government documents. 

Combined sentencing resulted in twelve years in 

prison and the confiscation of all personal assets. 

Vivian Rhodes was convicted as an accomplice to fraud and for harboring a criminal. She was 

sentenced to seven years in prison, and all illegal 

gains were seized. 

The gavel came down. 

For the first time in years, I let out a long, slow 

breath. 

The crushing weight that had been sitting on my chest finally shattered. 

I lowered my eyes to the phone screen. 

Inside the tiny apartment from the future timeline, 

seven years ahead, Julian was kneeling on the 

floor with his face buried in his hands. 

As the gavel echoed through the courtroom, 

changes began appearing before my eyes. 

His clothes became even more worn and tattered. 

Then his right leg suddenly twisted at an unnatural 

angle. 

It was the permanent injury he had suffered during 

a prison fight. 

A second later, the apartment door flew open. 

Future Vivian stormed inside. 

Her hair was a tangled mess. Her complexion was 

sickly yellow. In her hand was a kitchen knife. 

“Julian! This is all your fault!” she shrieked. “You 

ruined my life! If you weren’t such a useless failure, 

I never would’ve spent seven years in prison! I 

can’t even get hired as a street cleaner now!” 

She lunged at him. 

The two of them immediately began fighting in the 

cramped apartment. 

The love they once claimed to share was gone. 

All that remained was bitterness, resentment, and 

the ugly reality of two people trapped in the 

miserable life they had created for themselves. 

I watched the chaos unfold on the screen before 

speaking calmly. 

“Julian. Vivian.” 

They froze. 

Then both turned toward the screen. 

Toward me. 

My voice remained steady. 

“I truly loved both of you once.” 

I looked at Julian. 

“One of you was the man I thought I’d spend the 

rest of my life with.” 

Then I looked at Vivian. 

“The other was my closest friend. The person I 

trusted without reservation.” 

I paused. 

“I believed we’d all be part of each other’s lives 

until the very end.” 

My gaze hardened. 

“But you taught me a lesson in the most disgusting way possible.” 

I rose from my seat, preparing to leave the 

courtroom. 

“Thank you for this phone call.” 

“Thank you for your stupidity.” 

“Now enjoy the hell you’ve built for yourselves.” 

Future Vivian suddenly threw herself toward the 

screen. 

Tears streamed down her face as she desperately 

reached forward. 

“Hazel…” 

“I was wrong…” 

“I really regret everything…” 

“Please… please forgive me…” 

Future Julian had collapsed onto the floor. 

He stared at me with complete despair in his eyes. 

I said nothing. 

I simply looked at them. 

Ten seconds later, the phone screen flickered. 

The image froze. 

Static swallowed the display. 

Then a mechanical notification sounded. 

[Call Disconnected]