The Ruined Bride of Velvet Nights by Brick Moving Ant

Chapter 59

  • Chapter 5

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

  • her letters to me, I would envision

  • once told me:

  • the real world is vast. You must see it

  • horizons, and only then will you know what you

  • died in the

  • managed to recover

  • had risked her life to protect, there was a

  • who knows

  • didn’t fully grasp what “killed in action” meant, but

  • the limelight never meet a good end.”

  • lost my mother,

  • yourself. Document and experience the world

  • will you know what you

  • old camera, its weathered body and substantial weight seemed

  • relic, and my childhood beacon.

  • in my hands, I let my tears slip through my fingers and whispered:

  • I miss you

  • The next morning.

  • pounding headache jolted

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  • Bride of

  • 50.6%

  • struggled to open my eyes, recognizing

  • had no recollection of

  • to soothe my throat, I noticed Jackson sitting in

  • as the lady of the house?”

  • I turned and walked

  • desk was

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

  • Jackson smirked coldly.

  • it to

  • My breath caught.

  • did you

  • a disdainful smile tugging at his

  • to take more

  • deafening roar filled my mind.

  • mother’s relic to Sara?

  • I lunged at

  • dare you touch my

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

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