While My Husband Cheated I Married His Powerful Brother novel Chapter 173

Chapter 173: Chapter 173 The Girl’s New Beginning

​The main library remained completely silent around me.

​I sat back in the deep cushioned reading nook, holding my phone tightly in one hand while clutching my mother’s old photo in the other. On my phone screen, the detailed diagram of the Star Core Meteorite Gold structure was still fully zoomed in. Beside it, the small pendant around my mother’s neck in the photograph looked practically identical.

​I shook my head slowly, trying to clear my thoughts.

​This is completely impossible, I thought to myself. It has to be nothing more than a weird coincidence.

​I lifted the worn photograph closer to my face, staring directly at the pendant again. I looked at the strange, dark sheen of the metal, the unique way it absorbed the room light, and the intricate geometric pattern carved across its surface.

​It just couldn’t be the exact same material. A legendary space alloy lost for thirty years couldn’t possibly be sitting in my mother’s simple jewelry box.

​I tapped my phone screen, opened up a clean browser tab, and typed out a quick search: Star Core Meteorite Gold style necklace pattern.

​A massive list of web results popped up within seconds.

​I scrolled down through the top links, and my heart sank just a little deeper with every swipe of my thumb.

​There were dozens of cheap necklaces online featuring similar spiraling patterns. Some were mass-produced imitations, others were budget trinkets inspired by urban legends, and many were just modern jewelry pieces that happened to use similar geometric cuts.

​I clicked on one link, then another, and then a third.

​Nearly all of them carried a vague resemblance to the pendant my mother wore in that garden photo.

​I let out a long, heavy breath, my shoulders slumping back against the armchair.

​It really is just a total coincidence, I reassured myself. It isn’t some priceless space metal. It’s just a common decorative design that was popular back then.

​Carefully slipping the photograph back into my leather wallet, I zipped the pocket shut.

​Regardless of what metal it was made of, I was still going to cherish that photo forever. It belonged to my mother, and that was the only thing that actually mattered to me.

​I pulled the zipper tight and closed my wallet.

​Even though the picture was tucked away, the heavy memories attached to it came rushing back anyway. I could suddenly see the sharp image of my mother in that cold hospital room, surrounded by quiet monitoring machines and the smell of antiseptic.

​My chest tightened up instantly, making it hard to draw in a full breath. My hands began to shake uncontrollably against my lap.

​The ghost of that horrible phone call echoed in my head, along with the nurse’s soft, hesitant voice delivering the news I had tried so hard to bury.

​I’m so sorry, dear. Your mother has just passed away.

​Back then, I had completely collapsed on the hallway floor. I had screamed until my throat was raw and cried until I had zero tears left inside me.

​The sheer weight of that memory was way too vivid, hitting me with a wave of sharp, familiar pain.

​Without thinking, I bit down hard on the inside of my tongue.

​A sudden burst of pain shot through my mouth. It was sharp, immediate, and grounding, cutting straight through the panic like a cold blade.

​I slowly let out the air trapped in my lungs. My tight shoulders began to relax, and my rapid breathing gradually slowed down to a normal pace.

​I forced my mind to snap back to the present moment. I looked at the dark wooden bookshelves around me, the heavy velvet curtains, and the organized stack of design manuals sitting beside me.

​I wasn’t standing in a sterile hospital corridor anymore. I wasn’t trapped in the worst day of my past.

​I was right here in the manor library, completely safe and in control of my own life.

​I took one deep breath, then another.

​I was going to be completely okay.

​I ended up staying awake far past my usual bedtime.

​The library stayed dead quiet as the night went on, with only the soft crackle of the fireplace breaking the silence while shadows danced across the high walls.

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