I had been married for five years to my husband, Tristan Wolfe. Always claiming to have urgent duties, he had missed four of our anniversaries in a row.After using my father to get promoted to Deputy Fire Chief, he finally agreed to celebrate our fifth anniversary.The moment our dishes were served, he saw the news about a fire at a postpartum center downtown and turned pale.I tried to reassure him by saying, “The fire headquarters is right across the street. You’re on your rare day off. Your team can handle it.”He shook off my hand impatiently. Glaring at me with teary, red eyes, he called me heartless.“I earned this position by risking my life! How could I neglect my duty for personal affairs? I’d be letting my coworkers at the headquarters down!”He was in such a rush that he left his personal phone behind. Shortly after, it rang with a special notification tone.When I picked up, a voice said reassuringly, “Don’t worry, Mr. Wolfe. Your wife’s VIP suite is on the top floo
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