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.

  • knew this wasn’t just a casual get–together.

  • Sara had

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  • arrived at

  • the table, I saw Jackson seated at the head, with Sara beside him.

  • seat for me.

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

  • grab a chair and sit wherever

  • over and sat at the

  • watched it all unfold with indifference, never

  • the silence, asking, “Sara, we thought you wouldn’t make it back this

  • Even if I had to crawl, I’d

  • glances exchanged around the

  • sly undertones.

  • that’s true. You and Jackson do

  • conversation naturally revolved around Sara from

  • for yellowfin tuna in the Mediterranean, trekking the

  • the table listened with rapt

  • a woman! How do you even

  • briefly, her tone light

  • only thinks about cooking, husbands, and

  • words hung in the air, sharp and

  • a small glass of white liquor, the burning bitterness numbing

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  • of all flavor.

  • remained the center of attention, the life of the

  • on, everyone’s focus stayed fixed

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