When Love Fades Away Like Fireworks

After we finished talking and returned to the company, I could already hear the hushed voices of my team members as they whispered among themselves. One of them spoke in a low tone, "Have you heard? Mrs. Pearson is pregnant with Mr. Harrison's child!"

The other one added with a snicker, "I really didn’t expect that Mr. Donovan, who looks so proper, would turn out to be such a freeloader. He’s just leeching off his wife for money. Hahahaha!"

I walked in at that moment and as soon as they saw me, their voices immediately fell silent.

Normally, I treated my team with fairness and respect, so hearing them speak about me behind my back like that was a blow I had not expected.

"Why did you guys stop? Go on, say what you were saying."

Their heads dropped and none of them dared to speak another word.

"If you can't complete this month's performance, don't expect to get any bonuses," I added.

Then, one of them muttered under his breath, just loud enough for me to hear. "You’ve already offended Mr. Harrison. Let’s see how long you’ll last as team leader."

I walked up to him, standing just inches away and met his eyes squarely. "If I want to, don’t forget that I can stay in this company longer than you."

The meaning of my words sank in immediately and his face paled. Fear flashed in his eyes and he quickly began to apologize. "Mr. Donovan, I’m sorry. I was wrong. Please don’t fire me..."

That night, the company hosted a celebration banquet and all the employees were invited.

I sat quietly among the crowd, watching as Eve stood on the stage, glowing under the spotlight. She looked radiant and I could not help but be filled with a mix of emotions.

In fact, the moment I made up my mind to divorce her, I also decided that I no longer had any intention of staying at this company.

After all, I had quit my job at the design company and joined this company solely to help her. Over the years, Eve and I worked closely together, securing numerous deals and orders that played a crucial role in her success.

Together, we helped her carve out a strong position within the company and I believed that, sooner or later, she would recognize the quiet dedication I had poured into our shared life and work.

Unfortunately, I never expected things to turn out the way they did.

It seemed that Eve had long forgotten about the day we first met, which was almost ten years ago.

Back then, I had been cornered in a dark alley and beaten up by a group of thugs just because I looked feminine.

Out of nowhere, Eve appeared like some kind of guardian angel. Holding a brick in her hand, she fearlessly drove them away.

"Why are you crying? If people bully you, just fight back!"

Eve had given me warmth when I needed it most and I held onto that memory all these years.

Tonight, though, I decided to treat this as the last time I would witness her glory.

At some point during the celebration, I stepped away to go to the restroom, only to overhear Juan bragging to someone, his voice full of mockery.

"You see, the beauty trap works wonders."

"I told Eve I still loved her and she was more than willing to sleep with me and give me a baby. You guys have no idea how cheap she is. She used to work as a barmaid. How could I ever marry someone filthy like that?"

Anger surged through me upon hearing his words and without thinking, I kicked the door open with a loud bang, grabbing Juan by the collar and slamming him against the wall. "You bastard! Eve loves you so much! How can you treat her like this?"

Juan was surprised, but he was quick to recover. He spat his response back at me with a sneer. "What's wrong with you, Damian? Your wife cheated on you and here you are, still defending her? Are you some kind of weakling?"

He had many friends with him and though I lashed out in anger, I was quickly overpowered. They threw me to the ground and beat me, their fists raining down relentlessly.

Just as the pain became unbearable, I heard a familiar voice ring out sharply, "Stop! What are you doing?"

It was Eve. Juan immediately signaled for his friends to back off.

For a brief moment, I felt a flicker of hope, thinking that perhaps she would see what kind of person Juan truly was. But instead of understanding, all I saw in her eyes was coldness and disgust.

"Damian Donovan, that's enough!" she said, her voice icy and unforgiving.

"I really didn’t expect you to stoop this low. This morning, I felt guilty for you, but now I see you’ve just been trying to drive a wedge between me and Juan."

As I watched her turn and walk away without hesitation, my heart sank. I hung my head, feeling utterly defeated.

Exactly this moment, Eve, I no longer want you in my life.