My Love Until the Last Goodbye by Alut

Chapter 0779

At the mention of the company that had belonged to his late wife’s parents, everything clicked for Marcus. Vincent Moriarty was the estranged son of Simon Stephenson his late wife’s father. Now it all made sense. Anthony and Vincent’s strange interest in him had a reason. The aunt Anthony had once mentioned was none other than Valentina Stephenson Moriarty.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me Valentina was your aunt?” Marcus asked in shock.

The revelation hit him like a bucket of cold water. He had never had the chance to meet this so–called brother. He knew his brother–in–law had hated him. He knew what a terrible father he was. But he had never imagined he would see him again. Even after everything that had happened, he had never stopped to wonder what had become of Simon and little Anthony.

“If I had told you the whole truth, you wouldn’t have cooperated the way you did. You would’ve focused on something else, and we wouldn’t have gotten this far,” Anthony said honestly.

“When Magnus contacted us, I didn’t think we would make it this far. My son was rising in politics–not because he wanted to be a governor or any of that nonsense. He wanted to be a judge. He wanted to punish people differently than you did,” Vincent added calmly.

“I still don’t understand your motives…” Marcus admitted, still struggling to piece it all together.

your friend–the one you almost wanted to kill–Peter Palmer. After this trial, he probably won’t come out unscathed–at least

Peter have to do

that evidence. But he didn’t. He kept digging. He and Theodore went so deep into

his wife flooded his mind. They had been so young, so in love. Their life in Galea had been peaceful. They had everything they needed there. How much had his life changed since Valentina and their child died? How many people had he lost along the way? He had buried himself

Anthony asked, noticing his

to speak, but the

now -well, three–but those three still need you,” Vincent said, standing up and

current marriage?” Marcus asked, turning to

you didn’t stay trapped in that life

met his gaze and asked, “How long have you known about me? How long

after losing her. I straightened up. I never married, but I took on my role as a father. And I know–nothing I do now will make up for eight years