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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.

Valentine's Day Darling Blinds Me With Fireworks

The chicken broth splashed onto my feet, but I didn't feel the heat at all.


Scarlett heard the commotion in the kitchen and came running in.


Seeing the chicken broth spilled all over the floor, she gave it a pained look.


"You're a grown man, and you can't even make a simple chicken soup? Nash is feeling under the weather and waiting for it! What are we supposed to do now?"


I had been slaving over this chicken soup, my eyes stinging with tears, my clothes soaked in broth. Looking at my disheveled state, she didn't show an ounce of concern, only caring about the spilled soup on the floor.


After everything that had happened these past few days, I had a belly full of fire that I couldn't contain any longer.


"Scarlett, I can't believe you're making me, a sick person, cook chicken soup for Nash. Do you even know that the doctor strictly forbade me from entering the kitchen......"


Seeing my resentful expression, Scarlett furrowed her brow and said,


"Why are you being so petty? Is it because of that time we left you in the suburbs? Get over it already. I ask you to make one soup and you're whining like a baby. You're not much of a man, are you?"


She grabbed her car keys, ready to leave.


I blocked her path, demanding an explanation.


She shoved me aside, telling me to get lost. I desperately clutched onto her pant leg, refusing to let her leave.


Unexpectedly, she stomped on my foot with her high heel.


The heel was thin and sharp; I felt like it had pierced right through my foot.


She saw me rolling on the floor in agony, a flicker of sympathy crossing her eyes, but then she received a text message.


Without looking back, she left the house.


I sat on the floor for a long time, my foot swelling up badly.


I went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror, then laughed.


The bandage over my eye was soaked with tears, and my clothes were covered in spilled chicken soup.


I hadn't realized how disheveled I looked, yet Scarlett hadn't shown an ounce of concern.


Another wave of pain shot through my eye, so I quickly took a cab to the hospital to see a doctor.


After examining me, the doctor scolded me for running around.


He then gave my wound a quick treatment, warning me not to cry for a while, or I might risk going blind.


Back in the hospital room, I sat on the bed, feeling numb.


Suddenly, my phone chimed. A friend had sent me a screenshot.


It showed Scarlett and Nash eating steak at a fancy restaurant, looking blissfully happy together.


The phone slipped from my grasp and crashed to the floor, its screen shattering into pieces. My heart shattered along with it.


Chapter 3