The Ruined Bride of Velvet Nights by Brick Moving Ant

Chapter 8

After leaving the Reyes estate, I returned home one last time.

The house felt different now every treasured memory tainted by betrayal. The family photos on the walls, Mila’s drawings on the fridge, even Callum’s coffee mug on the counter–they all seemed to belong to another woman’s life now.

I packed methodically: two outfits, important documents, my mother’s necklace. Everything else would stay behind. Seven years of memories, seven years of what I thought was love all abandoned

like outdated furniture.

to Chicago felt like a lifeline in my wallet. A fresh start in a city where nobody knew me as Callum Reyes‘ wife or

I wheeled my small suitcase toward the waiting taxi, my phone lit up with Callum’s call They were probably

or Mila’s rehearsed defense of her “Aunt Sophie.” I switched

phone.

lie my life had become. On the plane, I took the window seat–something Mila

chest began to ease, like a physical weight lifting. The bitter taste of betrayal, the ache of my

certainty, that I could build a good life on my own. Sometimes the bravest thing isn’t