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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  • exotic postmarks, recounting her work and life in detail, often accompanied by

  • my father read her letters to me, I would envision the heroic image of a brilliant doctor.

  • once told

  • worlds are small, but the real world is vast. You must see it

  • will you know what you truly want.”

  • she died in the line of duty during the Kosovo War.

  • hospital managed to recover

  • records she had risked her life

  • who knows when.

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

  • limelight

  • mother,

  • Document and experience

  • will you know what

  • and substantial

  • relic, and my

  • I let my tears slip through my

  • miss you

  • The next morning.

  • headache jolted me

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  • recognizing the

  • recollection of how I got back.

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

  • you behave as

  • turned and walked toward the

  • the desk was empty.

  • hoarse as I asked, “Where’s

  • Jackson smirked coldly.

  • gave it to Sara.”

  • My breath caught.

  • did you say?”

  • crossed his arms, a disdainful smile tugging at his

  • to take

  • roar filled my mind.

  • my mother’s relic to Sara?

  • and shattered. I lunged at him, grabbing his collar, shouting hysterically:

  • dare you touch my camera?!

  • He stammered, “Sara… she’s at

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