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

Melody stood frozen in shock at Jaxon's words, unable to snap out of her daze for a long time.


Finally, she stubbornly retorted, "I won't believe you, you're just an outsider!"


The murmurs of the surrounding crowd grew louder.


"She just admitted that because she couldn't stand her own father, she let her mom sleep with other men."


"That guy and woman are pretty disgusting too, using someone so young and fresh as part of their play!"


From the moment I arrived at the doorway, I caught a glimpse of Garrison hiding behind the door. At this point, he finally couldn't hold back and rushed forward.


Garrison's eyes were red-rimmed, looking pitiful and vulnerable.


"You stole my place, so why are you acting so righteous?"


"Grace and I were together first. After I went abroad, she got together with you. Everyone knows you relentlessly pursued her!"


"Shut up!" Grace shouted at Garrison, while I simultaneously slapped him across the face.


Chapter 8