The Don’s Discarded Bride Chapter 06

The Don’s Discarded Bride Chapter 06

The room exploded into pandemonium. 

No one attending the most significant alliance 

wedding in New York’s underworld had anticipated 

being served a scandal of this magnitude. 

Salvatore Moretti stormed onto the stage. His 

face turned purple with rage when he saw his 

son’s phone. 

“Adrian,” Salvatore’s voice was a low, dangerous. 

rumble. “Is this true? If that girl has blood on her 

hands, this farce ends now. The Moretti name will 

not be dragged through the mud by a murderess.” 

Laurel grabbed at her last lifeline and babbled, 

“Adrian, this must be Clara lying to win you back.” 

“How do you know she’s telling the truth? What if 

she’s tricking you-” 

Adrian cut her off, disgust flashing in his eyes. 

“Enough. I know Clara. She would never do this.” 

“She would never joke about her mother’s death. 

Not everyone is as cold as you, willing to smear 

their own parents for gain.” 

Laurel stared at him, her face crumpling with 

bitterness. 

“Adrian, I wasn’t lying. If you hadn’t married me, my parents really would’ve sold me to that old man.” 

A cold, mirthless sound escaped him. “For all I 

know, you concocted the entire sob story to trap me. I never met your so–called family. 

The wretched parents, the desperate situation… it could all be a fiction spun from that pretty little 

mouth of yours.” 

That was Adrian. When he loved you, he defended 

you without question. When he didn’t, every word 

you said was just an excuse. 

Laurel never thought the same cruelty he’d shown. 

Clara would now turn on her. 

Adrian walked to the priest, grabbed the 

microphone and announced, 

“The wedding is canceled today. Eat, drink, enjoy 

yourselves. No need to leave any gifts.” 

The crowd reacted in chaos. The Rosinos were the 

first to stand and leave. The Moretti elders shook their heads and sighed. 

Adrian’s mother grabbed his arm, frowning. 

“Son, at least call the hospital to confirm. I know 

Clara wouldn’t lie, but what if there’s a 

misunderstanding?” 

“Everything’s already set up. If you call this off 

now, you’re just throwing money away to make a 

fool of yourself. What will your father’s reputation 

be?” 

Adrian hesitated, then nodded. But his finger 

hovered over the call button for a long time, 

unable to press it. 

In that moment, he had to admit it. He was 

terrified. 

Finally, he dialed the hospital. 

The wait stretched on forever. 

When someone answered, he begged for news 

about Clara’s mother. 

When they told him the patient had been dead on 

arrival, the last shred of hope in his chest 

shattered completely. 

He stood frozen for minutes, then dragged Laurel 

away. 

On the drive, every memory of his years with Clara 

flooded back. 

They’d grown up together–their backyards separated by a single street. He’d taken a bullet 

for her in high school. They’d rented a tiny apartment together near NYU in college. 

When they started working, he’d climbed the ranks. in the family business, and she’d taken over parts. of the Rosino operations. They’d worked their 

fingers to the bone, saving every penny to buy their 

own house in Brooklyn with their own hands. 

The more he thought, the deeper his regret sank. 

At City Hall, Laurel finally broke down completely. 

“Adrian, I won’t divorce you. I promise I’ll never 

bother you or Clara again. Just let me stay alive.” 

“If I divorce you, my family will kill me. They’ll sell 

me again, I know they will.” 

Adrian didn’t flinch. 

“Divorce, or I send you back to your family. Your 

choice.” 

It wasn’t a choice at all. 

Laurel finally understood just how ruthless Adrian 

could be. 

She’d congratulated herself for months, thinking 

she had him wrapped around her finger. 

Once the divorce papers were signed, a weight lifted off Adrian’s shoulders. He raced straight for 

the Rosino estate.