The Ruined Bride of Velvet Nights by Brick Moving Ant

Chapter 11

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  • After five years of marriage, Navier Armstrong wanted a divorce.

  • When she arrived at the office, she spotted the secretary heading toward her husband Lysander

  • Vanderbilt’s office with a stack of documents.

  • Using the excuse that she was heading the same way, she took the stack of papers, discreetly slipping the divorce agreement among them.

  • As she handed over the documents, Lysander was on the phone.

  • Without even glancing at them, he signed everything–including the divorce agreement.

  • Navier stared at his signature on the divorce papers, momentarily lost in thought.

  • So this is it. It’s finally ending.

  • Just as she reached for the documents to leave, her elbow accidentally knocked over a delicate picture frame on his desk. It toppled over, glass shattering across the surface.

  • The smiling girl in the photo was now partially obscured by broken glass.

  • It was Ophelia Belmont, Lysander’s deceased first love.

  • “What the hell are you doing?!”

  • Lysander abruptly ended his call, his voice snapping with fury.

  • He shot to his feet and roughly shoved Navier aside.

  • She stumbled backward and her palm landing on shards of glass. Sharp pain shot through her hand, but she bit her lip, refusing to cry out though tears welled up involuntarily.

  • Looking down, she watched blood dripping from her fingertips, staining the documents on the floor.

  • Lysander seemed oblivious to her pain.

  • He knelt down, carefully picking up the photograph and gently brushing away the glass fragments,

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  • terrified of causing the slightest damage. His movements were tender and focused, as if handling a

  • priceless treasure.

  • turned to ice. She stared at the man before her, a wave of

  • breathing human being–still couldn’t compete with a photograph.

  • there?” Lysander looked at her, his eyes cold as ice. “Don’t come to my office again without

  • She silently gathered the blood–stained documents from the

  • leave.

  • but she couldn’t feel

  • the doorway, she heard Lysander making another call.

  • an undercurrent of urgency. “Have you

  • the other end said something, and Lysander’s voice betrayed a hint of barely

  • suppressed anguish.

  • searching! It’s been years! Why the hell can’t I find someone–anyone–who

  • this isn’t fair.”

  • mid–step, her heart twisting with a bitter

  • down at her bloodied palm and the corner of her mouth curved into a sorrowful

  • you still can’t make it? Well, I did. Don’t worry, I’ll train her perfectly, and then I’ll

  • a Uber to her private

  • blurred past the window while her mind drifted

  • together–childhood friends. And she had loved

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  • heart had never belonged to her.

  • had belonged to Ophelia Belmont, from the moment she walked

  • Ophelia fell ill and

  • Lysander became despondent, only reluctantly accepting the arranged marriage with Navier as part of a family

  • in their Manhattan social circle knew

  • when he kept a memorial corner in his home for Ophelia Belmont,

  • if she were still

  • their bedroom with Ophelia’s photos, whispering to them

  • like she was listening.

  • even swallowed her pain from his obsessive

  • stayed by his side long enough,

  • love with

  • Ophelia, they would have children

  • way of slapping her in

  • been pregnant three times and each ended

  • that couldn’t sustain a pregnancy–until her

  • abortion pills into Navier’s food every time she gets pregnant. If

  • she’ll

  • do with me?” Lysander’s voice was cold. “If I had a child with

  • realized her previous miscarriages weren’t accidents at all–Lysander had deliberately

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