Love Fades Like FireworksOn 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.