ManyWriters

On New Year's Eve, my husband promised me a fireworks show.
I stood by the river for four hours in the freezing sleet, my whole body numb with cold.
At 2 AM, he finally showed up in a brand new BMW, contemptuously tossing two hundred bucks in my face.
"Buy yourself some new clothes! Don't wear rags to the divorce - I'm ashamed of you!"
The rich beauty smugly flaunted her Louis Vuitton bag, seductively nibbling my husband's earlobe.
"Useless women are only good for warming beds. Unlike me - I give away cars and houses like it's nothing!"
I wiped away tears of humiliation and set off an entire box of cheap sparklers by myself.
Then with hands covered in chilblains, I made a phone call.
"Grandma, he failed the test. Mom and Dad's billion-dollar inheritance will have to go to me after all."

Love Fades Like Fireworks

As Garrison helped me into the car, he leaned on the window and abruptly asked this question.


His typically indifferent eyes suddenly revealed a hint of pity.


It took me a while to react, finally remembering the message I hadn't replied to. I playfully responded with a seemingly serious tone:


"Don't you know there are many steps before getting married?"


Garrison furrowed his brow, hesitated for a moment, then pulled out a report from his pocket.


"Could it be that you still love Zoran? This is the truth about him. I just found out. Brace yourself before reading it."


The results in the report left me utterly shocked.


It turned out that my romantic encounter with Zoran was all an elaborately designed trap.


Zoran was in cahoots with the thugs who had tried to assault me.


The thugs were responsible for cornering girls in alleys.


Chapter 6