ManyWriters

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.

Fireworks Exploded, My Wife Saved Her First Love

As I took my seat on the train, an indescribable sense of freedom and exhilaration washed over me.


It felt as if I was finally becoming my complete self.


No longer burdened by family concerns, unbothered by work studio troubles, free from placating an unloving daughter and husband.


My phone buzzed incessantly with notifications.


I didn't answer the calls, only glancing briefly at her texts.


I wanted to pretend I hadn't seen them, but she remained pinned at the top of my WeChat.


Grace was demanding to know where I'd gone.


Seeing no response, she then explained why she had clung so tightly to Garrison.


[Because I was close to him at that moment, and he was shaking all over. I had no choice but to help!]


I went to her profile and changed her status from pinned to blocked.


I casually tossed my primary SIM card into the train's trash bag.


Sure enough, I received no more calls from her after that.


Chapter 5