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

  • Sara

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  • the time I arrived at the restaurant,

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

  • seat

  • smile appeared on her lips. She gave me

  • a chair and sit

  • sat at the farthest

  • with indifference, never uttering a word.

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

  • had to crawl, I’d be

  • exchanged around the table, their laughter tinged with

  • sly undertones.

  • true. You and Jackson do share a special

  • revolved around Sara from that point.

  • in the Mediterranean, trekking the Camino

  • at the table listened with rapt attention,

  • even dare to go to such places?”

  • briefly, her tone light but laced

  • only thinks

  • hung in the air, sharp and cutting.

  • of white liquor, the burning bitterness numbing

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  • all

  • she remained the center of attention, the life of

  • on, everyone’s focus

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