Fireworks Cause Divorce: I Choose The Right Future

We were married for seven years. He still refused to announce our marriage.

He left me by the roadside with stomach cramps. All to set off fireworks across the city for a famous actress.

So, I gave him up.

Like everyone online, I sincerely wished them well.

But he went crazy.

On the way to the hospital, Justin received a call.

He forgot to connect the Bluetooth. Sofia's sweet and aggrieved voice filled the car.

"Justin, someone hit me.

"My leg hurts so much. It hurts. Will I never dance again?

"I'm so scared, Justin," Sofia said.

Justin's calm and composed expression instantly changed.

He slammed on the brakes. His voice raised.

"Sofia, where are you?

"Stay right there. I'll be there soon," Justin said.

After hanging up the phone, he finally noticed my pale face from the severe stomach pain.

The sudden braking almost made me faint.

At that moment, I felt like I was drowning. I was in utter misery.

He averted his gaze uncomfortably.

"Sofia was in a car accident. I have to go save her.

"Stacey, you've been in a car accident before. I'm sure you understand," Justin said.

"Justin, I'm in pain," I said.

I tightly gripped the seat. I tried to reason with him.

"She can call the ambulance," I said.

My vision blurred from the pain. Justin anxiously rubbed his forehead.

"Stacey, be reasonable. You can call the ambulance, too," Justin said.

In the despairing silence, the moment seemed to stretch out endlessly.

I stared at him blankly. I couldn't believe what I had just heard.

I couldn't help but recall the first time I met Sofia.

She sat on the sofa in a short skirt. She asked me in an exaggerated tone, "I heard you were in a car accident before. Is it true that you have long scars on your legs and can never dance again?"

I was stunned. Before I could respond, Justin had already stepped between us.

He casually said, "Stacey, don't misunderstand. Sofia is a dancer. She cares about these things. She didn't mean any harm."

I looked at him in confusion.

I wanted to ask, "Can't I tell whether someone means harm?

"What's wrong with you today?"

He knew how much I cared about my legs. Why did he take someone else's side?

But in the end, I didn't say anything.

My physical flaws had once made me deeply resent myself.

Justin had always been by my side. He didn't let me drown in my pain.

I couldn't argue with him. I could only stand there in silent confrontation.

"Justin, why are you so nervous? I didn't say anything wrong," Sofia said.

Sofia stood up. Her legs were slender. She walked with grace and agility.

She walked up to me and smiled brightly.

"What a pity. I heard you used to be the lead dancer of the Sanchez City Dance Troupe. Now, it's me.

"Stacey, let me show you my dance," Sofia said.

In the spacious living room, she twirled lightly. Naturally, she attracted all of Justin's attention.

His expression was gentle. Just like how he used to look at me years ago.

"Stop dancing!" I shouted.

I nearly lost control and screamed. I knocked over the porcelain vase beside me.

The sharp sound of shattering echoed.

Sofia seemed startled. She lost her balance and fell directly toward me.

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.

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.

It was Justin.

I pressed the answer button. Before I could speak, I heard Sofia's delicate voice crying out in pain.

"Justin, you're hurting me," Sofia said.

What was this?

Why was he calling me?

Did he accidentally press the button? Or was this to show off?

My mind was in a mess. I held the phone to my ear, stunned and listening.

"Justin, aren't my legs beautiful?" Sofia asked.

His breathing on the other end paused, then gradually became heavier.

After a long pause, I heard a low "Mm."

I vaguely remember how Justin used to tell me every day that my legs were beautiful. He used to say that marrying me was the greatest blessing of his life.

He said it with such pride. Even though I didn't believe in forever, I still believed him then.

One day, he suddenly said he wanted to update the wardrobe.

From then on, my wardrobe only had long skirts and pants.

Even the shorts I bought myself would be thrown away by him for various reasons.

So, it turned out the signs had always been there.

On the other end of the line, Sofia was still clinging to him, speaking sweetly.

"Justin, your hands are amazing. They make me feel so comfortable.

"Be honest, do you often touch Stacey like this, too?

"Oh, wait, Stacey has long scars on her legs," Sofia said.

She giggled, "So ugly, right? Does it make you want to throw up?"

Maybe it was the love that had been etched deep in my soul.

Maybe it was the unwillingness to let go after seven years together.

I was already feeling so sick that I was about to faint, but I still didn't hang up the phone.

After all, Justin had caressed my legs and told me over and over that it was okay on the countless nights.

But now, he said, "Don't mention her. She's such a downer."

Sofia smiled with satisfaction.

The sound of kissing came through. Their breaths intertwined, filled with intimacy.

I couldn't hold back any longer.

I cried out, "Justin, what are you doing?"

Before today, I had never imagined that Justin would fall out of love.

We met eight years ago in the spring.

When I leaned out halfway over the bridge, I truly wanted to end it all.

For more than twenty years, my life had been dedicated to dancing. I danced my way from a small town to Sanchez City, from obscurity to stardom.

But now, even standing up seemed like an unattainable dream.

A slender hand grabbed me tightly.

I then fell into a trembling yet warm embrace.

"Please, don't die," he said.

He said, "The cherry blossoms in the park are blooming. Let's go see them."

He said, "The pet shop just got a new kitten. It's so cute."

He said, "The Sanders Restaurant has amazing noodles. Let's go eat there."

"It's okay if you can't dance. As long as you can stand, that's enough.

"And even if you can't stand, you're still free," he said.

Later, I found out that his mother had passed away that day. He was also there to end his life.

Yet, he became the savior of another person who was ready to die.

With his help, I worked hard on my rehabilitation and eventually stood up again.

He said, "So what if you can't walk fast? I'll always be by your side."

But, the light that once illuminated my life eventually turned into a blade that stabbed me.

The next moment, Justin's panicked voice rang out.

"Stacey! It's not what you think!

"I can explain! Stacey, please say something!" Justin said.

It was clearly noon, yet I felt so cold.

I slowly curled up and hung up the phone.

I blocked his number and switched my phone to airplane mode.

I didn't know how much time had passed before a nurse woke me up and told me I could leave.

My stomach no longer hurt, but my body felt extremely exhausted.

My phone showed a few missed calls from unknown numbers. He had probably borrowed someone else's phone.

But it was only a few.

I let out a bitter laugh and slowly walked out.

It must have been fate, as I saw Justin at the hospital entrance.

He gently held Sofia, as if she were the most precious treasure in the world.

I quietly watched.

Love that deep is like a drug. It comes with strong withdrawal symptoms.

I didn't want to lose myself in love, so I had to constantly force myself to let go.

The moment our eyes met. Justin's face turned pale. He quickly pulled his hand back.

"Stacey, I can explain," Justin said.

"Go ahead," I said.

My response was probably too calm. He seemed flustered for a moment and opened his mouth to speak.

But no words came out.

Sofia broke the silence with a light laugh.

"I thought you were smart," Sofia said.

She tilted her head and looked at me. Her makeup was flawless, her lips slightly swollen and rosy. Both were alluring and smug.

I looked at her and said, "This is our matter, Miss Collins. Please mind your place," I said.

Sofia was taken aback. She clung tightly to Justin's arm, looking pitiful.

I lowered my eyes.

I saw Justin hesitate for a moment but didn't push her away.

He frowned in irritation and looked at me with a hint of displeasure.

"There's nothing between us. Can you not be so harsh?" Justin said.

My heart, which had been numb, suddenly throbbed with pain.

I couldn't stop myself from trembling.

"Nothing? So you didn't kiss? Or didn't sleep together? Or did you sleep together but use protection? In your mind, as long as there's no pregnancy, then nothing happened, right?" I said.

"Stacey!" Justin shouted.

"What? Should I feel pity for your mistress?" I said.

I didn't lower my voice at all. People were coming and going at the hospital entrance. Many turned their eyes toward us.

Sofia finally panicked. She buried her face in Justin's chest.

"Justin, I'm tired," Sofia said.

Justin took off his jacket and placed it over Sofia's head in a protective gesture.

He gave me a cold glance.

"Over the years, I've spoiled you," Justin said.

Maybe when people are heartbroken to the extreme, they laugh.

I laughed until tears came out.

"Then let's end this." I wiped away my tears and looked up at him.

"Justin, let's get a divorce," I said.