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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  • her work and life in detail, often accompanied by

  • me, I would envision the heroic image of a

  • once told

  • the real world is vast. You must see it

  • horizons, and only then will you know what you truly want.”

  • I was five, she died in the line of duty during the

  • managed to recover only her ID badge.

  • risked her life

  • who knows when.

  • grasp what “killed in action” meant, but I did remember the gloating of those neighbors.

  • who love the limelight never meet a good end.”

  • then on, I lost my mother, but her words stayed

  • and experience the world firsthand.

  • know what you

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

  • her relic, and my childhood

  • hands, I let my tears

  • miss you so

  • The next morning.

  • pounding headache jolted

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  • my eyes, recognizing the familiar

  • I had no recollection of

  • pouring a glass of water to soothe my throat, I noticed Jackson sitting in the living room, his face clouded with anger.

  • is how you behave as the lady of

  • and walked toward

  • the desk was empty.

  • as I asked,

  • Jackson smirked coldly.

  • it to Sara.”

  • My breath caught.

  • did you

  • his arms, a disdainful smile tugging at

  • to

  • deafening roar filled my

  • given my mother’s relic to

  • I lunged at him, grabbing his

  • my camera?! How dare you?!”

  • by my outburst. He stammered,

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