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.”

how she puts up with it. She even planned the

once upon a time.

wine, she spotted Lysander placing an elegantly wrapped gift box before Ophelia’s

his friends

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this time. Look, we all get it–Ophelia was special. But you’ve got a wife who’s spent years loving you. What if she finally decides

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

fingers trembled slightly, ripples

head, a bitter smile

you’re dead

ended, they returned home, only to discover flames engulfed the villa. Smoke billowed into

open and rushed toward the burning

you crazy? Wait for the

eyes wild with desperation. “If I

slamming against the pavement, reopening her wounds. Blood trickled down her

“They’re just material objects.

but didn’t turn

She’s gone–those things