The Ruined Bride of Velvet Nights by Brick Moving Ant

Chapter 1

My mother’s chemotherapy failed, and her last wish was for our family to have a reunion dinner together. However, on the very day of the reunion dinner, Henry’s new lover, who was heavily pregnant, came to provoke us.

My mother was so enraged that her condition worsened, and she passed away that very night.

I called him several times, but no one answered.

It wasn’t until I had arranged everything for my mother’s funeral that he finally called me back.

Nonchalantly, he said, “She’s just a little girl. She’s young and doesn’t know any better. You and Mom, don’t bother arguing with her.”

“She’s emotionally unstable during her pregnancy, so don’t make trouble for her.”

“If you can’t accept her, I won’t let her appear in front of you again.”

“But she is, after all, the mother of my child. I still have to spend time with her. I’ll be home to accompany you on weekdays, and I’ll stay with her on weekends.”

Hearing his tone, which left no room for negotiation, I didn’t argue or shout. I simply murmured,

“Mm.”

As I listened to Henry talk about his arrangements, I calmly browsed through the requirements for applying to Doctors Without Borders.

I found that I met all the criteria, and without hesitation, I began filling out the application form.

After Henry finished speaking, he heard the sound of my fingers tapping on the keyboard, accompanied by a hint of displeasure in his voice. “Anna, did you hear what I said?”

gave a faint “Mm” in

seemingly surprised that I agreed so

“Anna, if you had been this obedient before, things would have been

Bride of Velvet Nights

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momentarily forgetting what I was doing.

our countless arguments

of our marriage, countless women had come

first time someone came to challenge me. I was so distraught that

all he had in his eyes when he looked at me was exhaustion, and he explained time and again,

and clean. How many times do I need to say it for you to believe

trust and exhausted

I reflected on myself and wondered if I was

my stance, apologized to him, and sought his

a hotel with

crazy again and confronted

you think I’m really that untrustworthy in your eyes? If so, then

on, he stopped hiding his

eyes, kissing a woman passionately in a

longer explained himself, choosing instead

lost count of how many times we

the fatigue

go of this absurd and miserable marriage once and for all.