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

Mom glanced at me, then said sternly with a grim expression, "He's not here. Kellan hasn't been home in years. Why are you asking me now?"


Hearing my mom's anger, Grace instinctively wanted to argue, "No, that's not��"


But she stopped herself and called Melody over instead.


"Hi Grandpa and Grandma, my dad's such a petty person. He had a little tiff with mom and just up and left!"


"If he's at your place, please let us know. Don't let my mom worry, she's got work to focus on!"


Since my mom had the phone on speaker and the house was quiet, we could clearly hear the voices on the other end.


"Uncle, Auntie, this is all my fault. I shouldn't have gone to the Sterling family for New Year's, it made Kellan misunderstand."


"But mother and daughter are truly worried about Kellan. He's well into his thirties now, he shouldn't be throwing childish tantrums!"


It sounded like Grace pulled Garrison away, telling him not to say such things.


Chapter 6