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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

Zoran was still immersed in his self-aggrandizing performance, completely oblivious to the strange atmosphere surrounding him.


"Lucky I've got sharp eyes! I remembered your license plate, or I might have missed this chance!" he exclaimed.


I recalled that the last time Zoran needed urgent funding, I had Uncle Duke deliver the check.


And Zoran, thinking himself clever, had memorized the license plate number.


What he didn't realize was that wealthy people don't drive themselves.


I shot Uncle Duke a meaningful glance, signaling him to play along for now.


"Mr. Duke, please, have a seat! Let's discuss the project further!" Zoran said politely, ushering Uncle Duke into the private room. Then, turning to me, he barked an order:


"Waiter, what are you standing around for? Pour some drinks for our guest!"


The club president, afraid of offending me, quickly stepped in front of me:


Chapter 5