The Ruined Bride of Velvet Nights by Brick Moving Ant

Chapter 17

If Lysander truly disliked Navier, he would never have allowed her into his life in the first place.

There had been plenty of women who had tried to date with him but he had pushed away without at second thought.

Yet somehow, Navier had been allowed to remain.

After the awkward silence stretched too long, his friends attempted to smooth things over.

“Alright, alright,” James conceded. “Whatever you say. We get it. You’re just being a responsible guy–concerned about a childhood friend abroad. We’ll help you look for her too. By the way, have you spoken with Navier’s parents about her disappearance?”

“They should know something, right? She’s their daughter, after all. It’s been quite a while–you should probably notify them.”

Lysander remained silent for a long moment before nodding.

The deafening music in the private room abruptly cut off as he dialed Mr. Armstrong’s number.

A heavy weight settled in his chest just before the other end finally picked up.

He had treated Navier poorly–there was no denying that.

“Lysander! What’s up, my boy?” Mr. Armstrong’s cheerful voice came through.

Lysander cleared his throat, maintaining a composed tone. “Dad, Navier and I are divorced. She left

been heard from since. Did

now. We gave her our blessing! Divorce happens–we never thought you two were gonna last anyway. No need to call me ‘Dad‘ anymore–back

for it, and whatever happiness or unhappiness came with that

Armstrongs had progressive views and clearly took the divorce

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forever if it doesn’t

tightened and struggled to form

that’s it? She’s really moved on? and she’s

actually ran into her a while back while I was traveling for business. Looked like she was having a great time. And

“WHAT?!”

tightened so severely that veins

“Then is she-”

to cut this short, but I’ve got to run–big merger negotiation waiting. If you wanna know more, maybe try calling her yourself. Later, kid.” Mr. Armstrong hastily hung

disconnected before Lysander could finish

his phone flew across the room, smashing against the wall with such force it shattered

the conversation. They

words on an endless loop, a suffocating aura building around him.

through him, consuming

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