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 casual

  • today, Sara had returned.

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  • at the restaurant, they’d

  • seated at the head, with Sara beside him.

  • seat for

  • Sara noticed me, a faint, amused smile appeared on her lips. She gave me a once–over and said

  • grab a chair and sit wherever you

  • and sat

  • it all unfold with indifference,

  • asking, “Sara, we thought you wouldn’t make it back this time!”

  • Jackson’s wedding! Even if I had to crawl, I’d be here to see what kind of woman

  • glances exchanged around the table, their laughter tinged

  • sly undertones.

  • that’s true. You and Jackson do

  • revolved around Sara

  • her adventures: fishing for yellowfin tuna in the Mediterranean, trekking the Camino de Santiago

  • table listened with rapt attention, their eyes gleaming with

  • How do you even

  • me briefly, her

  • woman who only

  • in the air, sharp

  • small glass of white liquor, the burning bitterness numbing

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  • all flavor.

  • attention, the

  • night wore on, everyone’s focus stayed fixed on her.

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