The Ruined Bride of Velvet Nights by Brick Moving Ant

Chapter 12

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  • After leaving the villa, Navier returned to the place she had once called “home.”

  • Opening the door to silence, she walked straight to the study, opened her laptop and booked a one–way ticket to England for a month later.

  • Once the mandatory thirty–day waiting period for their divorce was over, she could finally leave for good. The world would be her oyster, and she’d be free to live as she pleased.

  • She was confident she would build the life she wanted and find someone who truly loved her.

  • As for Lysander Vanderbilt? He would be completely erased from her world!

  • As night fell, Lysander stumbled through the front door, completely wasted.

  • His tie hung loosely around his neck, suit jacket carelessly draped over his arm.

  • Despite his unfocused eyes and unsteady gait, something changed the moment he approached Navier–a strange light flickered in his eyes.

  • His pupils dilated as he had just caught a scent from a dream he never wanted to wake up from.

  • “Ophelia…”

  • His voice trembled with endless yearning and pain.

  • He grabbed Navier in a fierce embrace, holding her as if trying to fuse her into his body. “Ophelia,

  • you’re back, aren’t you? God, I’ve missed you so much. won’t let you go this time. Never again.”

  • Navier’s body froze, it felt like someone had just driven a blade through her chest.

  • eyes and took a deep breath,

  • crystal clear. “You’ve got the wrong person.

  • made Lysander stagger back a few

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  • and stepped back, the heat in his

  • you’re wearing…” his voice deepened with displeasure, “it

  • heart sank, her fingers curling until her nails nearly broke the skin of her palm.

  • lifted her head, meeting his gaze without a flicker of

  • toward the bedroom, his retreating figure cold and distant.

  • stood there, watching him

  • bitter chill settled in her chest.

  • hands–deep crescent marks

  • day was their wedding

  • would ignore the date as he had in previous years.

  • he actually suggested going out for

  • soft lighting

  • across from her, his expression detached, as though the whole evening

  • formality.

  • menu and ordered without

  • selections and her heart sank–they were

  • leave, Navier suddenly spoke

  • up, his brow slightly furrowed with displeasure.

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