Fireworks Bloom on Your Demise Day

The seventh year of my marriage to Dane, I was kidnapped by his arch-enemy.

He livestreamed to the whole internet as he terminated the child in my womb.

My husband Dane lit up fireworks across the entire city just to make his sweetheart smile.

Inadvertently, they clicked on the livestream. He covered his pure love's eyes:

"How dare they broadcast such a bloody livestream? My Seraphina is so timid, what if it leaves her traumatized? Can you take responsibility for that?"

Under the sky full of fireworks, I lost our only child and was left battered and barely alive by the roadside.

By chance, I encountered Dane accompanying Seraphina to pick up a cake. I reached out to cling to his leg, only to be kicked away.

"Get lost."

He didn't know he had just kicked away his only hope in this life.

I decided to give them a grand gift. When the fireworks bloom, it will also be your demise day.