Velvet Nights and Broken Vows 5 Summary
The story begins with Sophia arriving home late at night, warmly greeted by her little niece and sister. Despite the exhaustion from her flight, Sophia feels comforted by the presence of her family. Her sister shows concern for her wellbeing, especially noticing how thin Sophia has become, and insists she take care of herself by eating chicken soup daily. The three share a joyful car ride and a heartfelt reunion with their parents, who had been anxiously waiting up for them.
A few days later, Sophia’s family organizes a welcome-home dinner filled with laughter and warmth. The gathering is interrupted when a delivery man arrives with a package for Sophia from someone named Ethan. Inside the package is a new phone, which immediately rings. Sophia answers, and Ethan’s cold voice confronts her about leaving without informing him. Their conversation reveals tension and unresolved issues, especially surrounding Sophia’s recent absence and the fact that she has blocked his calls.
Ethan admits to having gone to extreme lengths to contact her, including sending the phone through her family. Despite his aggressive tone and veiled threats, Sophia remains firm and demands clarity about his intentions. Ethan finally reveals he has arranged for her return to the city, mentioning a child they share. Sophia coldly responds that the baby she was carrying is gone and expresses her desire to end their relationship.
The call ends with Ethan bitterly denying her claims and sarcastically apologizing for past mistakes, showing the deep conflict and emotional turmoil between them. Sophia’s resolve to break free from the painful past and confront the complicated relationship with Ethan is clear, setting the stage for further developments.
“Auntie Sophia, over here! Over here!”
The moment I stepped off the plane, I spotted my little niece’s tiny hand waving enthusiastically through the bustling crowd. Her bright eyes sparkled with excitement, and a warm smile spread across my face.
I bent down to scoop her up into my arms, feeling the familiar comfort of family as I glanced over at my sister standing nearby. “It’s the middle of the night,” I said softly, “I told you, you didn’t have to come all this way to pick me up.”
She shot me a playful glare and replied, “Do you think I wanted to come? It was your precious niece who wouldn’t stop nagging about seeing her silly aunt.”
Her words made me chuckle despite the exhaustion from the long flight.
My sister reached out and pulled me into a gentle hug, her eyes flickering down to my noticeably flat stomach. A pang of sadness lingered in her gaze, and I felt my heart tighten. Just as I was about to offer her some comforting words, she mischievously pinched my cheek, scolding me for looking like a stick.
“Starting tomorrow, you’re having a bowl of chicken soup every single day,” she declared firmly. “No arguments, even if you don’t like it.”
I smiled, touched by her concern. “Alright, alright. You’re my only sister, after all—I’ll do as you say.”
Sniffling a little, I held my niece close as we climbed into my sister’s car. The three of us chatted and laughed, filling the quiet early morning with warmth and joy despite the hour.
When we arrived home, the clock read four in the morning, but Mom and Dad were still waiting in the living room, their faces etched with worry and relief. Only after seeing that my sister and I were safely back, and after we all shared a glass of the honey iced tea we’d loved since childhood, did they finally allow themselves to go to bed with smiles on their faces.
After a quick wash-up, I collapsed into bed. Though I usually struggled to sleep, exhaustion took over quickly, and I drifted into a deep, peaceful slumber. No pain, no restless thoughts—just the comforting certainty of being home.
By the third day, my parents had arranged a private room at a cozy restaurant and invited all our relatives for a welcome-home dinner in my honor. The room buzzed with laughter and chatter, the air thick with the scent of delicious food and the warmth of family reunion.
Just as the evening was in full swing, a delivery man appeared at the door, calling out my name. My little niece, who often helped my mom with takeout orders, eagerly ran over, then bounced back to my side clutching a small package.
She read aloud in her sweet, childish voice, “Auntie, it’s from someone named Ethan…”
Curious and a little wary, I took a moment before carefully opening the box. Inside lay a brand-new phone.
Before I could even process the gesture, the phone suddenly rang. Feeling the concerned eyes of my family on me, I instinctively answered and stepped away to a quieter corner of the room.
My fingers trembled slightly as I hesitated, then pressed the answer button. Ethan’s voice came through, cold and sharp as ever.
“Sophia, why did you go back to your parents’ house without telling me a single word?”
I shot back, my voice steady despite the storm of emotions inside me. “Why would I owe you that explanation?”
A tense silence followed before his tone softened, almost deliberately. “I tried calling you from several different numbers, but your phone was always off. I was worried about you.”
I blinked, realizing I had blocked all unknown numbers. “Just for that, you went to the trouble of finding me through illegal means, then sent a phone in front of my entire family?”
I couldn’t hold back the incredulous question: “Ethan, have you lost your mind?”
In all the years we’d been together, I had never cursed or blamed him outright. Even now, I could almost picture the ugly scowl twisting his face on the other end of the line.
Still, he didn’t hang up.
“Sophia, you know me. My patience has limits. You’d better quit while you’re ahead…”
Cutting through his threats, I demanded bluntly, “What do you really want to say?”
He took a deep breath, his voice dropping low. “For the child’s sake, I won’t hold your running away against you. I’ve already bought your ticket back to the city for next week. Chloe and I will pick you up at the airport.”
I almost laughed aloud, the bitterness rising in my throat. “What child? The baby I was carrying is long gone.”
There was a sharp, shattering sound on Ethan’s end, as if something inside him broke.
“Sophia! How dare you joke about our baby like that!”
Lowering my gaze, I tugged at the corner of my mouth and said quietly, “I’m not joking. The baby really is gone. And I’m serious about breaking up with you.”
Before I could say more, he scoffed bitterly. “The baby’s gone? Serious about breaking up? You’re just trying to make me apologize, aren’t you? Fine. I was wrong. I was wrong to have something come up at work and to make you take a taxi home alone. Miss Sophia, I apologize. Are you satisfied now?”
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
