The Ruined Bride of Velvet Nights by Brick Moving Ant

Chapter 57

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  • When I got home from the hospital, I dug out a few dusty camera bags from the depths of the

  • bookshelf.

  • They held remnants of a life I had deliberately buried.

  • The touch of the camera’s casing felt unfamiliar, and the batteries had long since drained.

  • While waiting for the charger to finish, I inserted the memory card into my computer and opened those long–forgotten photos.

  • The first photo showed me treating a Black woman receiving cholera medication on the street.

  • The second was of a five–year–old child soldier, so small the rifle towered over him.

  • The third captured refugees in North Kivu province living under torn, tattered tents…

  • The smell of smoke and dust seemed to waft through the screen, piercing the present.

  • My heart clenched as if seized by sharp claws, the ache spreading through me.

  • Leaning back in my chair, I closed my eyes, trying to calm my racing pulse. A bitter smile tugged at my lips.

  • If Jackson saw these photos, would he still describe me as “obedient and docile“?

  • Just as that thought crossed my mind, my phone buzzed twice.

  • It was a message from Jackson: the restaurant’s location.

  • That’s when I remembered–tonight was the gathering he’d arranged with his groomsmen and

  • bridesmaids.

  • I didn’t have many close friends, so these were all his people.

  • wasn’t just a

  • Sara had returned.

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  • time I arrived at the restaurant,

  • I saw Jackson seated at the head,

  • a seat

  • noticed me, a faint, amused smile appeared on her lips. She

  • chair and sit

  • dragged a chair over and sat at

  • unfold with indifference, never uttering

  • we thought you

  • you kidding? This is Jackson’s wedding! Even if I had to crawl, I’d be here to see what kind of woman he’s marrying.”

  • were met with knowing glances exchanged around the

  • sly undertones.

  • and Jackson do share a

  • revolved around Sara from

  • trekking the Camino de Santiago in

  • listened with rapt attention, their

  • woman! How do you even dare to go to

  • at me briefly, her tone light but laced with

  • only thinks about cooking, husbands, and kids.”

  • in the air, sharp and

  • of white liquor, the burning bitterness numbing my tongue, stripping

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  • all

  • remained the center of attention, the life of

  • everyone’s focus stayed fixed on her.

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