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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

Grace fled from me in a panic, leaving behind only an invitation.


I didn't want to go, but I had no choice.


Because everything should be cleared up, and dragging it on like this wasn't good for anyone.


Grace still hadn't signed the divorce papers, and I really didn't have the patience to wait any longer.


I took Jaxon and the invitation to the rooftop terrace of the penthouse.


Melody stood there, her eyes filled with unbearable guilt, staring at me intently, on the verge of tears.


I didn't want to look at her, so I gazed at the sky, wondering what Grace was up to.


Suddenly, a dazzling display of fireworks burst across the sky.


They were launched from different parts of the city, eventually forming the two words "Kellan" in the air.


Everyone who witnessed this moment let out exclamations of admiration.


Social media was buzzing with discussions about this grand declaration of love.


Chapter 10