Fireworks Cause Divorce: I Choose The Right Future

When I woke up, the sharp smell of disinfectant filled my nose.

I looked at the unfamiliar faces moving around me.

That familiar figure was nowhere to be seen.

My heart sank into a state of despair. Perhaps out of ridiculous defiance, I pressed my lips together and grabbed the doctor.

"May I ask who brought me here?" I asked.

"It was a student. He's already left," the doctor said.

She looked at me disapprovingly.

"Next time, if you're not feeling well, have a friend or family member bring you. Don't try to tough it out alone," the doctor said.

I gripped the bedsheet tightly. I forced a pale smile.

"Thank you," I said.

After the doctor left, I picked up my phone.

There wasn't a single call.

There was only one lonely notification hanging in the middle of the screen. It was reminding me that Justin had posted on Twitter five minutes ago.

[@DancingSofia: Mr. Scott, thank you for saving me!]

The post included a picture of a slightly scratched pink Porsche and a faintly reddened knee.

Justin replied, "You're always so delicate."

After seven years of marriage, I could even picture his slightly curled lips under that seemingly indifferent and dismissive comment.

The scandals between CEOs and celebrities had always been an enduring hot topic.

[Couple goals! Couple goals!]

[Such a beautiful couple. I approve of this marriage.]

[Isn't he the CEO of Ramirez Group? So handsome!]

[And the girl is amazing too! She's a lead dancer!]

[They're a perfect match.]

Someone even attached a video of the accident scene.

Sofia was leaning against the car, pouting in frustration. Justin looked at her with helpless affection.

The next moment, he scooped her up by the waist and gently placed her in the passenger seat where I had just been sitting.

I nearly tortured myself by watching it over and over again.

Stomach acid surged up my throat, and I retched violently.

After several attempts, I finally managed to turn off the video. I clutched my aching heart and decided to call him.

When love begins, it's passionate and intense.

Now, even if it was going to end, it should end with dignity.

But before I could dial, my phone suddenly rang.