Fireworks Exploded, My Wife Saved Her First Love

My wife is a fireworks designer.

From obscurity to fame, I've been by her side for over a decade.

On New Year's Eve, Grace, as the lead designer for the Times Square fireworks extravaganza, shares the story behind the display to millions.

"Fireworks are fleeting, their brilliance meant for just one person."

My eyes well up with tears.

But in the next moment, she extends her hand, inviting someone from the audience to join her on stage.

It's Garrison, her first love, as written in her diary.

They profess their love amidst the crowd, receiving the nation's blessings under the dazzling lights.

I laugh bitterly, realizing I was merely a supporting character in this romance.

Yet after I leave,

I hear that the renowned designer lit up the entire city with fireworks, all to find her only love.