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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  • letters stamped with exotic postmarks, recounting her work and life in

  • her letters to me, I would

  • told

  • but the real world is vast. You

  • only then will

  • in the line of

  • managed to recover only

  • patient records she had risked her life to protect, there was a photograph

  • knows when.

  • what “killed in action” meant,

  • who love the limelight

  • I lost my mother, but her words stayed with me:

  • Document and experience the world firsthand.

  • know what you truly

  • I found that old camera, its weathered body and substantial weight seemed to

  • relic, and

  • in my hands, I let my tears slip through

  • you so much…”

  • The next morning.

  • jolted

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  • struggled to open my eyes, recognizing the familiar ceiling above–it was

  • recollection of how I got

  • my throat, I noticed Jackson sitting in the living room, his

  • you behave as

  • and walked

  • desk was empty.

  • froze, my voice hoarse as

  • Jackson smirked coldly.

  • it to Sara.”

  • My breath caught.

  • did you

  • a disdainful smile tugging

  • to take more pictures?”

  • filled

  • had given my mother’s relic

  • slipped from my hand and shattered. I lunged at

  • my camera?! How dare you?!”

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

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