Love Is Like A Shooting Star

Now, Naomi had become a leader in the construction industry and I had become an idle housewife.

It seemed that Marty had been paving the way for her and the stepping stone was me.

The memories of the past made me a little suffocated. I didn’t want to look at Naomi’s face anymore, so I simply turned my eyes to the big screen.

On the big screen, there were the entries for this competition.

When I cast my eyes on the first-place work, my head hurt as if it was struck by lightning.

This design draft was the one I gave up that year.

I was struck by lightning and my heart seemed to miss a beat.

I was born in a poor family and it had always been my dream to design a Hope Primary School.

After getting married, Marty took away my design drawings on the pretext that he was afraid that I would be too tired.

After a year, how could my dream become Naomi’s work?

How did I win the grand prize for Naomi?

I looked at Marty in disbelief and stood up to question him, but heard Naomi’s screams.

“Ah!”

Before I could react, the red wine tower behind me fell toward me, spilling red wine all over me and breaking the wine glasses all over the floor.

Marty exclaimed, rushed down from the stage, pushed me away and went to help Naomi who had fallen to the ground.

“Naomi! Are you hurt?”

Marty was very strong and the fragments on the ground cut my hand and blood flowed out.

The guests and Marty next to me stared at me with anger.

“Call 120 quickly! How could she pull Miss Eland’s clothes and make her fall! Who invited her here? She has such a vicious mind!”

I ignored the pain in my hand and the cold eyes of the guests and looked at Marty in front of me with disappointment.

“Do you also think I did this?”

Marty ignored me, sent Naomi to the ambulance and turned back to slap me.

“Hazel, people around you are saying that you dragged Naomi down and you are still pretending to be wronged? I really don’t understand why I married you in the first place!”

My eyes were getting more and more sore, I held back my tears and asked the question I cared about the most.

“Marty, why is Naomi’s entry exactly the same as my original design?”

Marty looked at me and sneered, “What do you mean by yours? It’s not enough that you hurt Naomi and now you want to take the credit? We’ve been married for so long, how come I didn’t know you can design?”

The guests around seemed to have discussed it and echoed Marty.

I was not a fool. It was obvious that they were in collusion now. No matter what, I would be the only one who suffered.

I couldn’t help but smile bitterly and the last bit of affection I had for Marty was completely exhausted.

As if he was afraid that I would report Naomi, Marty softened his tone. “Okay, stop it. It was wrong of me to hit you just now. After all, there are too many guests here today. I’m afraid that this matter will spread and it will be bad for you. It will also affect the reputation of our company.”

Seeing that I still had a cold face, Marty came forward and hugged me and said softly with his chin against my head, “Okay, okay, are you on the plane tonight? Can I have dinner with you in the afternoon? I’ll take care of the venue.”

I didn’t want to continue to entangle with him, so I nodded.

I didn’t expect Marty to steal my design for Naomi.

That design drawing had always been my dream and Marty knew it.

With the purpose of saying goodbye, I came to the hotel address sent by Marty.

The view on the fifth floor was very good. I found a seat by the window and sat down, lowering my head and thinking about this ridiculous relationship.