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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.

Fireworks Bloom on Your Demise Day

Dane has entered the investigation phase, and Seraphina is making a fuss about wanting to see me.


That day, I had just been discharged from the hospital and had fully recovered.


She came right to my doorstep, so I had my men tie her up. The Huntington family was already done for, and the Langdon family was preoccupied with their own problems. Dane had no time to deal with her now, and he might not even bother with her affairs at all.


"What do you want, Felicity, you vicious, wicked woman?"


"You're just jealous of me, jealous that Dane loves me."


"Shut up." I raised my hand and slapped Seraphina's face with a resounding smack.


Remembering the pain when she stomped on the back of my hand that day, and all the scenes of her framing me, I wished I could teach her a harsh lesson right then and there.


But it wasn't worth dirtying my hands for someone like her.


I slapped her several more times, but it still wasn't enough to vent my anger.


Chapter 8