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.

  • I knew this wasn’t just

  • Sara had returned.

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  • arrived at the restaurant, they’d already ordered.

  • at the head, with

  • seat

  • appeared on her lips. She

  • chair and sit wherever you like.”

  • over and sat at the

  • all unfold with indifference,

  • thought you wouldn’t make

  • I had to crawl, I’d be here to see what kind of

  • were met with knowing glances exchanged around

  • sly undertones.

  • Jackson do share a

  • naturally revolved around Sara from that

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

  • with rapt attention, their eyes gleaming with admiration.

  • you even dare to

  • me briefly, her tone light

  • who only thinks about cooking,

  • in the air, sharp and cutting.

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

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  • of all flavor.

  • attention, the life of the gathering.

  • the night wore on, everyone’s focus

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