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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?"

Love Like Fireworks, Consuming Us Both

So it turned out, I had given birth to a girl...


I stroked my daughter's features over and over again, sobbing until my whole body shook.


"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Your mother didn't see through the bad people and hurt you."


Until my throat was hoarse, until my tears ran dry, I got up and carried the baby back to the hospital room, hiding her in the suitcase.


Three days, in three days I would have everything sorted out,


And take my daughter back to our real home.


Just as I closed the lid, Gentry walked in carrying an infant,


"Come hold our son, you won't believe how much he looks like you!"


If I hadn't overheard those words in the hallway just now,


I would surely be the happiest mother in the world right now,


Those words pierced my heart like a sharp sword.


Seeing no reaction from me, Gentry directly placed the child in my arms, but the moment I touched his body, my stomach churned uncontrollably and I threw up.


Gentry hurriedly held me in his arms, his voice full of concern:


"Briar, are you feeling unwell? The doctor just told me you had a major hemorrhage and there's some residual blood that needs to be expelled from your body." "Looks like it's related to this. Don't worry, honey, I'm here to save you."


With that, footsteps echoed in the room, and soon a pill was pressed against my lips.


Gentry paused for a moment, then spoke to me with firm resolve,


He then forcibly pried open my mouth and shoved the pill down my throat.


Soon, the drug took effect, and I was writhing in pain on the bed.


Gentry, with tears in his eyes, held me in his arms,


Just like countless nights before, full of tenderness and concern.


As fresh blood continued to gush from below, I passed out from the pain. Before losing consciousness, I heard the doctor say,


"Boss, as per your request, your wife's uterus has been completely destroyed."


When I opened my eyes again, it was already deep into the night.


The sheets beneath me had been completely changed and cleaned,


And Gentry was standing guard by my side, not leaving for a moment.


Seeing me awake, his eyes filled with worry.


"Briar, you're awake. Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?"


But a bitter smile crept across my lips. I gently caressed his weary face, "I'm fine, you should go rest."


Soon, Gentry's sleeping breath appeared behind me.


I quietly picked up the walkie-talkie he usually used for operations and went to the bathroom.


Gentry never parted with it before, saying it was a tool for managing the organization.


But now, a thought suddenly sprang up in my mind.


I opened the recording box, and familiar voices quickly came through.


"Vivienne, I saw your child today. He looks just like you. I promise I'll treat him like my own son."


"Vivienne, I saw how much pain you were in during labor today. I was so anxious I bit my gums raw. I hate that I couldn't take your place."


"Vivienne, I miss you so much. You don't know that every time I sleep with her, all I can picture in my mind is you."


"Vivienne, if marrying her would make you happy, then I'm willing to sacrifice myself."


Each voice message was like a hunting knife, mercilessly shredding my heart.


For a full five years, not a single day was empty, and not a single day passed without the man professing his love.


No wonder, no wonder Gentry never let the walkie-talkie out of his sight, even taking it with him when he showered. As it turned out, it wasn't because of work at all. He was just terrified of not being able to respond to every single one of Vivienne's messages right away.


Chapter 2