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

  • father read her letters to me, I would

  • told

  • worlds are small, but the real world is vast.

  • only then will

  • five, she died in the line of duty

  • hospital managed to recover

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

  • knows when.

  • “killed in action” meant,

  • the limelight never meet a good

  • mother,

  • and

  • know what you truly want.

  • camera, its weathered body and substantial weight seemed to hold some

  • was her relic, and my childhood

  • in my hands, I let my tears

  • miss you so much…”

  • The next morning.

  • pounding headache jolted

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  • of Velvet

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  • open my eyes, recognizing the

  • no recollection of how I got back.

  • to soothe my throat, I noticed

  • as the lady of the

  • turned and

  • the desk was

  • voice hoarse as I asked, “Where’s my camera?”

  • Jackson smirked coldly.

  • it

  • My breath caught.

  • did you

  • disdainful

  • tell her to take more

  • roar filled

  • mother’s relic

  • slipped from my hand and shattered. I lunged at him, grabbing

  • touch my camera?! How dare

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

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