Fireworks Cause Divorce: I Choose The Right Future

The next second, Justin rushed over in a panic.

Amid the chaos, I didn't know who pushed me.

I fell hard to the ground. The vase shards dug deep into my palm.

I raised my eyes through the pain. All I saw was Justin tightly holding Sofia in his arms.

"Sofia, are you okay? Are you hurt? Do you need to go to the hospital?" Justin asked.

Sofia was probably terrified. She collapsed into his arms, sobbing weakly.

"I'm fine. I just wanted to make Stacey happy.

"I didn't mean to upset Stacey. Sorry..." Sofia said.

Justin sighed. He gently wiped away the tears at the corner of Sofia's eyes.

When he turned to look at me, his expression instantly changed.

He furrowed his brows tightly. His eyes were cold.

"Stacey, don't go too far.

"Sofia just wanted to make you happy. Do you want her to end up like you, unable to dance again?

"No one will tolerate you forever," Justin said.

I clenched my teeth. My heart ached intensely.

I kept telling myself that I had lost my temper. I had almost hurt someone else.

Justin was just afraid that the tragedy that happened to me years ago would happen to someone else.

After all, years ago, he had held on to me tightly when I tried to take my own life. He had stayed with me day and night. It was his straightforward and unconditional love that rekindled my hope in life.

He was just too kind.

Perhaps he was too kind. Time and again, he left me for Sofia.

On the weekends, we planned to watch movies together. The nights I prepared dinner for two. My birthday, and our wedding anniversary. He didn't present.

Finally, it hit me today. Justin probably didn't love me anymore.

But it had been seven years.

It felt like a hand was violently twisting inside my stomach. The taste of blood slowly filled my mouth.

I spoke with difficulty, "Justin, I'm your wife."

He froze for a moment. His thin lips pressed into a tight line. His expression showed some struggle.

The phone rang again.

"Justin, it hurts so much. When are you coming?" Sofia said.

The hesitation on his face was instantly replaced by urgency.

"Don't be scared. I'm coming right now," Justin said.

Then he looked at me with a hint of apology.

"Stacey, I'm sorry. I have to go to her. You..." Justin said.

"I understand," I said.

I suddenly felt tired.

I interrupted him. I stumbled out of the car.

Almost as soon as I closed the door, the black Maybach sped away.

I couldn't hold on any longer.

Everything went dark. I passed out.