The Ruined Bride of Velvet Nights by Brick Moving Ant

Chapter 82

+ Chapter 8

« After leaving the Reyes estate, | returned hone 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.

« | packed methodically: two outfits, important documents, my mother’s necklace. Everything else would stay

behind. Seven years of memories, seven years of what | thought was love all abandoned

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« like outdated furniture.

« The ticket to Chicago felt like a lifeline in my wallet. A fresh start in a city where nobody knewas Callum

Reyes’ wife or Mila’s mother.

* As | wheeled my small suitcase toward the waiting taxi, my phone lit up with Callum’s call They were

probably still at the hospital, Sophie's minor scratches being treated like life-threatening wounds while my

daughter played the devoted nurse.

« | didn’t want to hear his excuses or Mila’s rehearsed defense of her “Aunt Sophie.” | switched off the

= phone.

= Moving through airport security felt like crossing a threshold. Each step forward was a step away from the

elaborate lie my life had become. On the plane, | took the window seat-something Mila always claimed for

herself on our family trips.

« As we took off, | watched Los Angeles shrink beneath me. The pressure in my chest began to ease, like a

physical weight lifting. The bitter taste of betrayal, the ache of my daughter's rejection, the humiliation of

being the last to know - all of it began to feel more distant with each passing mile.

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« | knew then, with absolute certainty, that | could build a good life on my own. Sometimes the bravest thing

isn’t fighting for a broken marriage - it’s knowing when to walk away.

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