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

When Grace heard my words, her hands went from relaxed to half-clenched fists, her fingertips turning white.


She reached out to touch me, but I recoiled in disgust.


I waved my hand dismissively, curling my lip in cold disdain: "You make me sick."


In that instant, my words shattered all of Grace's self-esteem. Her shoulders slumped, no longer straight and proud.


Grace turned away, stumbling as she left, muttering repeatedly.


"I'll make you happy, I'll make everyone know how much I love you."


Jaxon cupped my face, frowning as he grumbled, "Don't you dare go soft on her!"


I laughed, poking his palm, "I know, feeling sorry for women is the beginning of a man's misfortune."


Seeing that the materials were gradually arriving at my place, I instructed my parents to find a factory near us.


After some discussion, the factory said they could do it.


Jaxon also found an amusement park where I could set off my fireworks.


Chapter 9