The Ruined Bride of Velvet Nights by Brick Moving Ant

Chapter 5

Her soft words hit Lysander like a sledgehammer to the heart.

But within seconds, his composure returned. “Leaving? Where are you going on vacation this time?”

Navier froze, unable to suppress a bitter realization.

After all these years by his side, he had never once considered the possibility she might actually leave him. That’s why, even when she spoke her truth, he automatically assumed she was just planning another trip.

She parted her lips to speak, but Lysander cut her off, dismissing her words entirely: “Skip the travel plans for now. In a few days it’ll be the anniversary of my first meeting with Ophelia. I’m throwing a

banquet. You can handle the preparations.”

Navier said nothing more, just nodded. “Got it.”

For days, she busied herself with the event.

The gala was extravagant–white lilies, Ophelia’s favorite flower in life, adorned the entire venue. Under the dazzling lights, the scene looked like something from a dream.

Amid the clinking glasses and mingling guests, snippets of conversation reached her ears.

“Lysander is really something, huh? It’s been years, he still can’t forget Ophelia. Throwing a whole damn banquet just to celebrate the day they met, even though she’s gone–the power of a first love is something else entirely.”

wife? God, I don’t know how she puts up with it. She even planned the whole thing herself. No

once upon a

of wine, she spotted Lysander placing an

his friends approached.

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this time. Look, we all get it–Ophelia was special. But you’ve got a wife who’s

laugh, his tone tinged with disdain and self–assurance. “Anyone else might leave me, but she won’t.”

fingers trembled slightly, ripples

a bitter smile tugging

time, you’re

returned home, only to discover flames engulfed the villa. Smoke billowed into the night sky, painting the horizon in

turned ashen. He flung the car door open and rushed toward the burning

him. “Are you crazy?

“If I wait, all of Ophelia’s things will be

backward from the force, her knees slamming against the pavement, reopening her wounds. Blood trickled

inferno. “They’re just material objects. Are they really worth more than your

but

cold and resolute. “Yes. She’s