ManyWriters

On the day of our wedding anniversary, I stumbled upon an unusual display of azure-colored pyrotechnics on Abigail's secondary Instagram profile.
The accompanying text stated: [Fireworks may be temporary, but our bond is everlasting.]
Through a live broadcast, I caught snippets of their dialogue.
"Who do you prefer, me or your spouse?"
"You, without a doubt," Simon, my husband, promptly replied.
Shortly after, the post vanished, and Simon initiated a video call to showcase the fireworks in real-time.
"Happy anniversary! I arranged this surprise just for you!"
His words left me feeling hollow inside.
After concluding the call, I calmly dialed another number. "Brian, I've decided. I'm going to take that overseas job offer."

Love's Ash

The moment Brian began to speak about Simon, I immediately stopped him. "What are you getting at?" I asked directly.


After a brief hesitation, Brian explained, "Following your departure, Simon frantically searched for you. He also made life difficult for Abigail—I'm sure you've heard about that."


I continued eating my meal nonchalantly and replied, "I'm aware, but it's not my concern anymore."


"Simon and I are finished. Please don't bring him up again."


Brian seemed about to say more but ultimately remained silent.


As I was returning to the museum post-dinner, I encountered Glenda Hall, the main financial backer for the exhibition.


She enthusiastically discussed various curatorial matters with me before abruptly changing the subject.


I gave a slight smile. "I've known him for years. He's always been dependable."


Glenda playfully tapped my head, saying, "That's not what I meant."


Chapter 8