Love Fades Like Fireworks

On our fourth wedding anniversary, I waited at home in vain.

Ethan set off fireworks across the entire city for his first love.

I was burned by the sparks and ended up in the hospital.

Seeing my blackened wounds, he shielded his first love from the doorway and said coldly, "Don't look. It's disgusting."

After returning home, I found lace lingerie in the washing machine on the balcony.

I calmly took it out, folded it, and placed it on the living room table.

Closing the lid, I booked a flight to London.

: Betrayal

I had just finished paying for my order when Ethan Carter walked in from the outdoor balcony.

He used to never smoke, but now he'd spend half an hour outside with his cigarettes.

Seeing the London flight booking page on my phone, Ethan chuckled softly. "What, planning a vacation?"

I replied calmly, "Yeah, that's right."

He didn't respond, just turned and sat on the couch to check his messages.

He picked up the herbal tea I brewed for him every night—something for his tired eyes from staring at screens all day. After taking a sip, he asked, "When did you learn to make tea?"

I didn't look up, casually saying, "Last week."

But I'd been brewing this tea for him for four years.

He lit another cigarette, exhaling smoke rings.

I instinctively shifted my chair away—having just been burned, I was terrified of fire and smoke.

Hearing the movement, he glanced at me. "I checked with the doctor. Your injuries aren't serious. You don't need me to drive you to work tomorrow, right?"

In the past, I would have thrown a fit and started a huge argument with him.

Now I just scrolled my mouse and replied nonchalantly. "Yeah, no need to trouble you."

Today, the doctor said the leg injury could be fixed with skin grafts.

But I could never undergo fertility treatments again.

I looked down at my stomach, covered in needle marks from hormone injections, with an ugly scar running across it.

Ethan refused to be intimate with me, yet his mother pressured me to give her grandchildren.

Despite all those fertility shots, I still hadn't gotten pregnant.

Seeing me with my head down, Ethan frowned and was about to come over when his phone rang.

It was his first love, Sophia Miller, her voice sweet and soft. "Come over, Ethan. It's my birthday today."

He smiled gently, turned to grab his coat, leaving behind just one sentence. "I won't be coming home tonight."

The next morning, I was woken by the phone ringing.

Ethan's commanding tone came through, "You have ten minutes. Get downstairs. I'll drive you to work."

I hurried as fast as I could, hobbling on my crutch to his car.

When I opened the passenger door, I was greeted by Sophia's sweet smile, "Oh, you opened the wrong door."

"Sorry." I backed away and got into the back seat.

Ethan drove through various detours, finally stopping in front of