He Wanted a Fake Divorce, I Took Our Son to Finland のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 15

On the day of the winter festival, Dante never got out of the car. That night, he found the cabin using the public business address my lawyer had passed along. But he didn't ring the bell. He waited in the snow until dawn.In the morning, I opened the front door to shovel the snow off the steps and froze at what I saw.Someone was slumped on his knees in the snow outside.Dante had been waiting out there a long time, his black coat crusted with frost. He was holding a long case wrapped in thick velvet, and his lips had turned purple from the cold.When he saw me open the door, his bloodshot eyes lit up, just barely.He tried to get up, but his legs had gone numb from the cold. He stumbled and fell in the snow."Helena... I found you... Helena..."I stood on the top step and looked down at him, my face showing nothing."Can I help you, Mr. Falcone?"That cold, distant "Mr. Falcone" brought tears to Dante's eyes."I'm sorry, Helena," he said hoarsely. "Camila isn't my sister. The real So

Dante didn't go back to New York right away.But he respected the notice and never showed up near the cabin uninvited again.A year later, the Finnish morning news ran a follow-up on the Falcone Group case.The federal fraud and arms trafficking investigations, along with key allies pulling their money, had forced the Falcone Group into bankruptcy restructuring. Its legitimate businesses had been taken over, and its underground network had fallen apart.The Falcone family's power, once built on Moretti support, had vanished from the heart of New York for good.Another court report said Camila Cruz had pleaded guilty and been sentenced to a long prison term for money laundering, arms trafficking, identity fraud, and attempted murder. In the footage, federal marshals led her in handcuffs to a waiting transport van.I turned off my tablet and spread fresh blueberry jam on my toast.Leo was gulping down his milk. Outside, the sun was bright on the snow that covered the yard."Mom, is anybo

On New Year's Eve, a bright aurora lit up the sky over Lapland.Warm yellow string lights glowed in front of my cabin. Elsa had come with her daughter, and a few friendly neighbors from town had gathered in my yard too. Venison and sausages sizzled in the big fireplace, and the long table was loaded with berry pies and steaming mulled wine.Leo, wearing the thick red-and-white sweater I'd knitted for him, was chasing the neighbors' little girl around a big snowman. Snowball bounded happily through the snow, and laughter rang out under the quiet night sky."Happy New Year, Helena!" Elsa handed me a glass of mulled wine spiced with cinnamon and raised her own with a smile. "To our new, independent lives!""Happy New Year. To freedom." I clinked my glass against hers. The sweet, warm wine slid down my throat and chased away the winter cold.Then the night sky suddenly changed.A band of green slowly unfurled across the deep blue, and ribbons of purple and pale red rippled above the snowfi