Chapter 1

The day before Valentine's Day, Scarlett invited me to set off fireworks in the suburbs.

The trunk was full of fireworks she had prepared. Just as I was about to light them, she looked at her phone and said to wait a bit longer.

Finally, at 8 o'clock, she hurriedly told me to light them.

Who knew the explosive would fly directly into my eye.

A sharp pain shot through my eye, making me wince and grimace.

I cried out Scarlett's name, but when I turned my head, I found her sweetly talking on the phone.

"Nash, didn't you say you wanted to see fireworks? How do you like these ones? What, you're back now? I'll come pick you up right away!"

With that, she drove off, leaving me all alone.

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Blood continued to flow unceasingly as I pulled out my phone to call Scarlett.

But her line was constantly busy.

Nash was her childhood sweetheart, they grew up together before he went abroad.

I thought they were just ordinary friends, but now it seems that wasn't the case at all.

Enduring the pain, I dialed Scarlett one last time, and this time it finally went through.

"Darling, my eye was just injured in an explosion, come back quickly and pick me up..."

Before I could finish, she impatiently interrupted me.

"If you're still able to call me, it can't be that serious. Just take a cab back yourself. Nash is back and I'm going to pick him up."

With that, she abruptly hung up.

In that moment, I suddenly felt my blood freeze.

For a childhood sweetheart she hadn't seen in ages, she abandoned me in this desolate wilderness.

Having lost too much blood, my head suddenly felt dizzy and heavy.

In my last moment of consciousness, I called 911, then passed out.

In a haze, I heard the doctor asking for a contact number, as they needed someone to sign for the surgery.

Instinctively, I gave them Scarlett's number.

Upon awakening, my left eye was swathed in bandages, a dull ache emanating from beneath.

Yet I could hardly register the physical pain, for my heart felt as though it had been slashed wide open, leaving me gasping for air in anguish.

During the surgery, I overheard the doctor's phone conversation with Scarlett.

The physician informed Scarlett that my condition was critical and I required immediate surgery.

No sooner had he said this than Scarlett bellowed into the phone.

"Fletcher, are you now pretending to be a doctor to deceive me? I've already told you I'm busy with Nash. You're being such a drama queen!"