Love Like Fireworks, Consuming Us Both

I was an invincible special forces soldier, yet I was ambushed at my own wedding, my eyes gouged out.

When my fiancé found out, he publicly called off our wedding, then immediately married my best friend Vivienne right there on stage.

In my moment of despair, it was Commander Gentry who got down on one knee and proposed to me with everything he owned.

He said he had secretly loved me for years, and would love me for a lifetime even if I was blind.

Moved by his devotion in front of everyone, I immediately accepted.

Five years into our marriage, I endured three days and nights of difficult labor to finally give birth to our child, then passed out from exhaustion.

When I opened my eyes again, I rushed to hold the baby, but accidentally overheard Gentry talking to the doctor,

"Commander, the baby was perfectly healthy. Why did you strangle her? She was your own flesh and blood!"

"She's just bad luck. Everything could have been fine."

"But the baby Vivienne gave birth to yesterday is malnourished, and Briar's breast milk would be the best nourishment in the world."

"Besides, I only married her so Vivienne could marry the man she loved. This child was never meant to be born in the first place..."

In that moment, I suddenly understood everything. Originally, I thought marriage was just a scam.

And the child I struggled to give birth to became someone else's sacrifice.

After wiping away my tears, I sent a text message, "Does your offer from last time still stand?"