Love Disappears with the Fireworks

While I was bleeding heavily from my miscarriage, the hospital needed a family member to sign some documents urgently. The nurse frantically called my husband on my phone.

After more than ten rejected calls, he finally answered, his voice a frustrated yell, "I'm busy! Don't bother me with these little things!"

When we tried calling again, I realized he had blocked my number. Despite the pain, I forced myself to sit up and sign the papers. Tragically, our baby couldn't be saved.

Later, I saw a viral video of my husband kissing his childhood sweetheart under fireworks.

"It was just a silly joke," she said, "but he surprised me by lighting up the whole city with fireworks as a present!"

Seeing their matching wedding rings, I wordlessly slipped off the simple ring I'd worn for five years and threw it in the bin.

After coming so close to death, he was now insignificant to me.

When Zachary Reidser walked in, I didn’t go up to take off his coat or change his shoes like I usually did. He threw his slippers on the floor heavily and walked over impatiently.

"What do you want now?"

I silently closed my chat window with the doctor and calmly said, "It's just a bit of stomach discomfort. It’s nothing now."

His stern face furrowed into a frown. "You kept calling me over something this trivial? Was that really necessary? Do you know, because of you, I was a minute late lighting the birthday fireworks for Luna Whitmore? She cried because she was so upset!"

I subconsciously held my lower abdomen. In that one minute—delayed because he ignored my calls—I had been enduring the pain of massive bleeding.

Nevertheless, I didn’t hysterically argue or question him. I just spoke softly, "Sorry for interfering with your important matters."

Then, a flicker of surprise crossed his eyes, and his tone softened slightly. "As long as you’re not picking a fight."

He pulled a half-burnt sparkler from his pocket and tossed it to me like a favor. "Luna is always thoughtful and generous. She figured you might want to see fireworks too, so she saved you this sparkler."

I peered closely. It was already half-burned and had a clear footprint on it, obviously picked out of some leftovers.

I sneered and tossed it in the trash.

Zachary grabbed my wrist, displeased, and raised his voice to demand, "Autumn Reidser, what the hell is wrong with you? You ruined her perfect birthday, but Luna didn’t even hold a grudge and still saved you a sparkler. Instead of being grateful, you act all entitled? Who do you think you are?"

He used a lot of force. The wound on my wrist, which was still not fully healed, tore open and began to bleed again.

A week ago, when someone from a bankrupt rival company came after him, I had blocked the knife with my hand, so the wound still hadn’t healed.

Seeing the ashen look on my face, he finally