The Ruined Bride of Velvet Nights by Brick Moving Ant

Chapter 2

He didn’t directly answer my question. Instead, he sighed softly. “Anna, we’re both nearing thirty now. We should be more mature in our thinking. Whether we love each other or not doesn’t matter that much anymore.”

In other words, he was subtly telling me that he no longer loved me.

I understood what he meant and couldn’t help but laugh, though my laugh carried a hint of sadness and a sobbing undertone.

“Alright, then I’ll let you go, and I’ll let myself go too.”

The moment those words left my mouth, my heart gave a violent tremor.

Five years ago, Henry had said something similar to me.

Back then, we were living in difficult conditions, cramped in a dark and dilapidated rental apartment. The only ring he could afford was a simple silver band.

When he proposed to me, he was sincere and eager, promising me, “Anna, I guarantee that wherever I am, that’s where your home will be. I’ll give you the best shelter, and you’ll never have to suffer again. The rest of our lives will be filled with happiness.”

I believed him, and I said yes to his proposal.

like a child who had received a precious gift, jumping with joy, and cheerfully saying, “Anna, from now on, you’re Mrs. Henry. We will never be separated in this lifetime. Don’t ever think you can let

had

Instead, he said, “Alright, but don’t worry. The position of Mrs. Henry will always be yours, and no one

hearing people refer to me as Mrs. Henry

had become nothing more than irony.

made headlines with various women, many people in the

of

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offering their

at how Mrs. Henry changes women so quickly. Who knows how long you’ll stay Mrs. Henry? While you still have a chance, maybe you should think about

of marriage? I think it’s because she can’t have children, which is why she can’t hold onto Mr. Henry’s heart.”

year of marriage, I had been pregnant

Henry was drinking with clients, he was maliciously pressured into drinking more, humiliated.

the deal, even though he knew he was being

event with colleagues and happened to witness this scene, my eyes welling

felt heartbroken for his endurance, for the way his stomach hurt from the alcohol yet he had to keep up the