The Ruined Bride of Velvet Nights by Brick Moving Ant

Chapter 59

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  • Others also stood up and left.

  • “Zoey, we’re heading out now.”

  • Someone muttered under their breath, but their words reached my ears clearly.

  • “Does she even have the nerve to go against Sara? Doesn’t she know she’s the one who stole someone

  • else’s man?”

  • “Jealous, obviously! Sara’s beautiful and accomplished. What does she have?”

  • “She makes trouble for Sara, and in the end, it’s her husband who goes to comfort Sara. How stupid!”

  • Their mocking laughter faded into the distance, leaving the large private room eerily quiet.

  • Alone, I let out a faint, bitter chuckle and poured myself another glass of liquor. I drained it in one gulp.

  • To be honest, Sara wasn’t entirely wrong–I hadn’t been to those places.

  • But I knew she was lying.

  • Because of my mother.

  • I wasn’t born without parents.

  • My mother was a doctor with Médecins Sans Frontières, stationed in war zones.

  • In those days, for a woman to work abroad while her husband stayed behind to raise their child was

  • unthinkable.

  • Neighbors would sneer and taunt, saying:

  • “Your mother doesn’t want you anymore!”

  • I clenched my fists and fought to defend myself, protecting what little pride I had, only to face even harsher ridicule.

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  • with exotic postmarks, recounting her work and life in detail,

  • would envision

  • once told me:

  • real world is

  • only then will you

  • the line of duty during

  • hospital managed to recover

  • besides the patient records she had risked her life to

  • who knows

  • grasp what “killed in action” meant, but I did remember the

  • who love the limelight never meet a

  • lost my mother, but her

  • see for yourself. Document and experience

  • know what

  • weathered body and substantial weight seemed to hold some lingering warmth

  • was her relic, and my childhood beacon.

  • face in my hands, I let my tears slip through my

  • you

  • The next morning.

  • jolted me

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  • struggled to open my eyes, recognizing the familiar

  • I had no recollection of how

  • to soothe my throat, I noticed Jackson sitting in the

  • you behave as the lady of

  • I turned and walked toward

  • the desk

  • froze, my voice hoarse as I asked, “Where’s my

  • Jackson smirked coldly.

  • gave it

  • My breath caught.

  • you say?”

  • disdainful smile tugging at his

  • to take

  • deafening roar filled my

  • my mother’s

  • glass slipped from my hand and shattered. I

  • you touch my camera?! How

  • by my outburst. He stammered, “Sara… she’s at Yun’an Hotel.”

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