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The Ruined Bride of Velvet Nights by Brick Moving Ant

Chapter 14
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• Chapter 4 • The rain cwithout warning.

• Fat raindrops pelted Navier's body, ice-cold and biting to the bone.

• Her wounds were still raw. The rain soaked through her bandages, bringing waves of searing pain.

• She tried to maneuver her wheelchair, desperate to leave, but there was no way to hail a ride on the · • expressway.

• Her fingers, frozen stiff from the cold, struggled to grip the wheels that kept slipping on the wet surface, nearly tipping over several times.

• Finally, at a turn, the wheelchair lost balance and crashed to the ground.

• Navier's knees slammed against the cold cement, tearing open her wounds. Blood ran down her legs, mixing with rainwater to stain the ground red.

• She bit down hard, fighting through the pain as she tried to get up, but her weakened body failed her again and again.

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• The rain fell harder. Her vision blurred until she couldn't tell if it was rain or tears streaming down · ⚫ her face.

• She lay there, her body trembling, an overwhelming sense of humiliation clawing at her chest.

· • Lysander had abandoned her for a glimpse of someone with the faintest resemblance to Ophelia.

• How had she ever convinced herself he might someday love her? • A bitter laugh escaped her lips, then turned to silent tears.

• She didn't know how long she lay there.

· • Eventually, with sheer willpower, she forced herself up-inch by inch-until she was back in the • wheelchair.

• Her clothes were soaked through, her wounds bleached white from the rain, the pain nearly numbing. Still, she gritted her teeth, inching forward, pushing the wheelchair toward home.

• 21:50 • • O • The Ruined Bride of Velvet Nights · • *11* • • Chapter 4 • Five hours later, she finally made it home.

• The housekeepers gasped when they saw her-a bruised, battered mess, soaked to the skin, barely able to sit upright.

• Navier seemed not to notice their expressions. She simply said quietly, "Prepare shot water and ⚫ clean bandages." • Lysander didn't return until that night.

• His suit was slightly disheveled, his expression weary, but his eyes held disappointment.

• Navier sat on the sofa, glancing up at him. Her voice was eerily calm. "Couldn't find her?" • "I found her, but she wasn't like Ophelia after all." • He didn't even notice Navier's injuries, nor did he ask how she'd gotten home.

• His thoughts were consumed by that Ophelia-like silhouette. It was as if Navier's existence was • • merely air.

• For the next two days, he left early and returned late, spending every spare moment staring at -Ophelia's photographs, lost in thought.

• Navier watched from a distance and felt absolutely nothing.

• Her body was healing.

• And so was her resolve.

• That day, she gathered everything she'd ever owned in this house-clothes, jewelry, perfumes-things she'd bought to please Lysander.

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• She piled them in the yard.

• • Then she lit a fire and threw the items in one by one.

The flames devoured the memories, seeming to burn away her obsessive feelings as well.

Just as the fire was dying down, Lysander returned.

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Seeing the flames in the yard, his expression transformed He charged forward and kicked over the fire pit. Embers scattered everywhere. Slanded on her bare skin, making her hiss in pain.

"Ah..."

"What the hell are you doing?!" Lysander's furious voice cut through e the air. "Who the fuck gave you permission to burn Ophelia's things?!" Navier looked up, wincing from the pain. "These weren't hers. They were mine." Lysander froze, then rushed to his study to confirm Ophelia's possessions were intact. Only then did he relax.

He exhaled, his frustration now directed at her. "Then why the hell burn your things?"

Navier lowered her head, staring at the still-glowing embers on them ground, her voice barely above a whisper. "Because I'm leaving." mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLliI0fiflO&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLliIofifl0&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1