ManyWriters

Tiernan is a fireworks designer.
When we got married, he promised to give me a grand and unique fireworks show.
But in our seven years together, his fireworks have never been for me, not even a single spark.
Yet on our wedding anniversary, he put on an all-night display for his little childhood sweetheart.
The sky blazed with flames that spoke of his love for her.
Later, he begged for forgiveness with blue fireworks lighting up the entire city.
He didn't know that I had already gone blind.
And no longer cared.

I Was Blind, But My Husband Lit Up the City with Fireworks

I returned to my parents, found a satisfying job, and adopted two strays, becoming their devoted caretaker.


A year later, I encountered Tiernan downstairs. Upon seeing me, his eyes slowly welled up with tears.


The bitter wind howled, and he wore only a thin jacket.


"Sunny," his voice, wrapped in the wind, was soft.


The doctor tapped the desk several times, snapping me back to reality.


"I have-" He gazed at me intently, as if a thousand words were on the tip of his tongue.


"Were you scared when you couldn't see?"I softly replied, "Yes, I'm afraid."


Tiernan said hoarsely, "I'm sorry. It's all because of me."


Tiernan forced a slight smile and said, "If your eyes hadn't been injured back then, then—"


I immediately interrupted, "There are no 'ifs.' When I went to Mount Everest and saw you with Cadence, I was already determined to get a divorce."


Tiernan raised his hand, wanting to touch me.


Chapter 11