The Ruined Bride of Velvet Nights by Brick Moving Ant

Chapter 7

Three days later, Navier left the hospital alone.

The day she was discharged happened to be both Ophelia’s birthday and her own.

After her birthday cake was delivered, she lit a candle.

Closing her eyes, she made a silent wish: “May I never see Lysander Vanderbilt again.”

Just as she finished making her wish, Lysander stumbled in, clearly intoxicated.

He mentioned the cake and the flickering candle, and his expression darkened instantly.

He strode to the table and shoved the cake off the table.

“Navier Armstrong, Didn’t I tell you? You’re not allowed to celebrate your birthday on this day.

Ophelia doesn’t get to anymore, so why the hell should you?”

Navier looked at him calmly, her voice devoid of emotio. “So because Ophelia is dead, and I happen

to share her birthday, I’m not allowed to celebrate my own birthday for the rest of my life?”

coldly replied. “She’s gone. You could’ve

step

an instant. Then,

looked up again, tears glistened in

it, Lysander. I won’t celebrate in front

remained angry with her and barely

would see updates on his secretary’s instagram revealing that Lysander was still desperately searching for Ophelia’s lookalike, but without success.

divorce waiting

last, she could leave.

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she walked out of court with the finalized decree in her hands.

returned home, she found Lysander passed out drunk on the sofa, mumbling Ophelia’s

name.

“Ophelia… Ophelia…”

there for a moment, just watching

set his copy of the divorce papers on the table and made a phone call

anxiously. “Navier…

hand reassuringly. “Don’t worry. Just walk in and tell him you’re Ophelia, that you’ve been reborn. He’ll believe it.