On the night of my fifth wedding anniversary with Sebastian Gray, he lit up the entire city with fireworks for me.

All our friends kept saying what a wonderful man he was—so loving, so romantic. The kind of husband every woman dreams of.

At the grand finale, the fireworks burst into words that lit up the night sky: Happy Birthday, Jen.

Jennifer Kingsley was Sebastian's first love, his ideal woman, the one who had always lingered in his heart.

Sebastian looked at me, his expression almost sheepish. "Ah, it's Jen's birthday too. They must have mixed up the fireworks."

That night, Jennifer posted on her social media: "Men are boys till the day they die, always fumbling their way through romance."

She added a picture of the fireworks, along with a photo of her and Sebastian standing close under the dazzling display.

I liked her post and left a comment: "From school to altar—what a touching love story. When's the wedding?"

On the night of my fifth wedding anniversary with Sebastian Gray, he lit up the entire city with fireworks for me.

All our friends kept saying what a wonderful man he was—so loving, so romantic. The kind of husband every woman dreams of.

At the grand finale, the fireworks burst into words that lit up the night sky: Happy Birthday, Jen.

Jennifer Kingsley was Sebastian's first love, his ideal woman, the one who had always lingered in his heart.

Sebastian looked at me, his expression almost sheepish. "Ah, it's Jen's birthday too. They must have mixed up the fireworks."

That night, Jennifer posted on her social media: "Men are boyish at heart, always fumbling their way through romance."

She added a picture of the fireworks, along with a photo of her and Sebastian standing close under the dazzling display.

I liked her post and left a comment: "From school to altar—what a touching love story. When's the wedding?"

*

When Sebastian saw my comment on Jennifer's post, he exploded in anger.

"Nicole, can you stop being so childish? There was just a minor mistake with the fireworks. Do you really have to make such a fuss about it? If you're that vain, fine—I'll arrange another set of fireworks for you tomorrow. Happy now?

"And delete that comment. Apologize to Jen right away."

I could hear Jennifer's gentle voice over the phone as she said, "Seb, don't be mad. Talk to Nicole nicely."

I stared at the view outside the car window, indifferent. "I'm not on the mountaintop anymore. Take your time making her happy. After all, that's what you're good at, right?"

With that, I hung up. I no longer cared about his feelings like I once did. I was done tiptoeing around his temper, worried about how to keep the peace. I was tired.

I thought about the fireworks, the sky filled with bursting colors, spelling out: Happy Birthday, Jen.

I remembered the shy, delighted look on Jennifer's face as she threw herself into Sebastian's arms, and how their friends cheered them on.

It all made me see clearly. It was time to let go.

Sebastian didn't come home until dawn, bringing with him the smell of smoke, alcohol, and the unmistakable scent of jasmine—the scent Jennifer always wore.

The loud bang of the door woke me up, and I turned over, irritated. "If you're going to party all night, can you at least come back quietly and not disturb my sleep?"

His face darkened. "It was Jen's birthday, and you were the only one who ruined it for everyone. And now you have the nerve to be upset? Since when did you become so petty, Nicole?"

I got out of bed and pointed to the calendar. "Yesterday wasn't just your precious Jen's birthday. It was also our wedding anniversary. You messed up the fireworks, spent the entire night with her, and now you're back here accusing me of being petty? Sebastian, do you really think you're a good husband?"

He seemed to realize, just then, what yesterday had been. His mouth tightened as he tried to find an excuse. "We can celebrate our anniversary any year."

I let out a bitter laugh. "What, is Jennifer not going to live until next year? Is her birthday a one-time event?"

"Enough!" he yelled. "You're being ridiculous. You've been making this a thing since last night. Aren't you done yet? I was going to get you a gift as compensation, but now I don't see the point."

With that, he slammed the door as he left.

I pressed my aching temples, exhausted from the lack of sleep, and called my lawyer friend.

It was time for a divorce. Every drama I'd ever watched had taught me that when a man's heart changes, he can be crueler than anyone. I needed to be prepared.

I booked a full-body treatment at the spa to make up for my sleepless night, followed by a manicure. My bestie teased me. "What, the workaholic finally has time for a spa day?"

I smiled, though it felt hollow. "Of course. There's a big battle ahead. Sebastian's beloved Jen is out in full force, so I have to be at my best."

Her expression turned serious. "I've been meaning to ask you what happened. Everyone on our buddy list saw her post and everyone's discussing it. Were those fireworks really for Jennifer? What does Sebastian take you for?"

I admired my freshly done nails and sighed. "Maybe I was just his last resort."

How else could I explain it? Even our wedding anniversary fell on his first love's birthday.

I used to wonder why he rejected all the good dates both families suggested and insisted on this one. Only after I found out about Jennifer did it make sense.

Our wedding wasn't a celebration of us. It was a day to remember the woman he could never have.

Today evening, we were both expected to attend Denise Hart's engagement party. She was one of our mutual friends.

For the sake of appearances, Sebastian had come to pick me up.

His car stopped in front of me, and when I looked inside, there was Jennifer in the passenger seat.

She was dressed in an evening gown with a plunging neckline, the kind that barely covered her bust. Around her neck hung a necklace with a blazing diamond which nearly blinded me.

I couldn't tell which caught my eye first—her chest or the diamond.

She smiled at me, all politeness and fake apology. "I'm sorry, Nicole. My gown is a bit long, and it's just easier to sit in the front. You don't mind, do you?" Her eyes glittered with barely concealed triumph.

I caught Sebastian's reflection in the rearview mirror, his face set, silent. It seemed he wasn't going to speak up.

I broke the tension. "Actually, I do mind. I thought it was common sense that the wife rides in the passenger seat. Did you not know that, Jennifer? Or maybe you just think someone else's seat is more comfortable?"

Jennifer's smug expression faltered, her face paling as she fumbled with the hem of her dress, ready to step out.

But Sebastian grabbed her arm, stopping her.

He turned to me and said, "Nicole, what difference does it make where you sit? Stop acting spoiled. Do you really want us to be late? Just get in the back, will you? Switching seats is a hassle."

Before I could respond, our driver pulled up in another car. Without another word, I turned and climbed into it. After all, it wasn't like we didn't have other cars.

The moment my assistant told me Jennifer had gotten into Sebastian's car, I made arrangements. If they wanted to make me uncomfortable, they wouldn't get the satisfaction.

Sebastian stormed out of the car, slamming the door behind him. He marched to my window, knocking hard. "What are you doing? We're supposed to be going together, and now you're taking a separate car? Are you trying to make this a public spectacle? Are you trying to embarrass our whole family?"

I rolled the window up slowly, just enough to respond before it closed completely. "Oh, so you care about appearances now? I thought you didn't."

Then I directed the driver, "Let's go."

Denise's engagement party was extravagant. As I stepped inside, I spotted my parents immediately. They glanced over, just about to ask why Sebastian wasn't with me, when he entered the room arm-in-arm with Jennifer.

Jennifer had a hint of redness around her eyes, a look that stirred sympathy, as if she had just been bullied and had cried. Perhaps she had leaned into Sebastian's embrace in the car and wept. It was clear she had his sympathy.

My mother's face tightened. "What's going on with Sebastian? I saw the photos your aunt sent last night and have been wanting to ask you."

There's something about parents—no matter how much you try to hold it together, in front of them, all your strength crumbles.

My eyes filled with tears. I bit my lip, struggling to keep my voice steady. "I want a divorce from Sebastian. It's exactly like what you saw."

Before I could say more, Sebastian appeared beside me and greeted my parents. "Hi Dad. Hi Mom."

His arm slipped around my waist as if everything were perfectly fine. "I upset Nicole earlier. She's just a bit sensitive, you know. Honey, can't you let it go? I'm sorry, okay?"

My parents exchanged a confused glance, unsure whether to press further. They hesitated, then moved away to greet some old friends, leaving us alone.

Sebastian's grip on my waist tightened, his breath hot against my ear as he whispered, his words cutting despite the softness of his tone. "Do you want to cause a scene? Or maybe you'd prefer to humiliate both our families in front of everyone?"

I turned my head slightly, catching sight of Jennifer standing across the room. She was biting her lip, frustration clear in her eyes as she watched us. I raised an eyebrow at her and let loose a small smile.

Jennifer approached us with a glass of wine in hand. "Nicole, can I apologize to you? I didn't mean to sit in Seb's car, and I certainly didn't mean to take your seat. It's just that my car broke down."

I glanced at Sebastian. He looked nervous, as if bracing himself for the storm he feared I might unleash. My parents were nearby, and I could tell he was dreading the possibility of a public scene, something he'd have difficulty controlling.

But in that moment, something inside me shifted and cooled. What was the point of fighting over this now?

I smiled, taking the glass from Jennifer's hand and downing it in one smooth motion. "It's fine. There's no need to apologize."

The relief on Sebastian's face was way too obvious. He ran a hand through his hair. "See? I told you. Nicole isn't the kind of person to hold onto small matters like this."

I nodded, handing the empty glass back to Jennifer. "As for the front seat, anyone who wants it can have it. It doesn't concern me anymore."

I didn't wait for their response, just turned and started to walk away.

Sebastian quickly grabbed my arm, his grip tight. "What are you saying?"

I pried his hand off. "I'm saying you, Sebastian, don't matter to me anymore. I don't want you anymore."

His face darkened. "Nicole, stop being unreasonable. Not everyone will tolerate your temper. Your little game of playing hard to get doesn't work on me. Jennifer has already apologized. What more do you want?"

I didn't even spare him a glance. I moved faster, putting more distance between us.

Jennifer's apology meant nothing to me. It was worthless.

I was Nicole Roberts, the cherished daughter of the Roberts family. Why should I endure the humiliation of putting up with Sebastian?

These past few years, the Grays may have thrived, but he foolishly believed that he had secured his place in the city's upper echelons on his own.

What a short-sighted fool. Without the Roberts family's backing, the Grays, which should have fallen into obscurity decades ago, wouldn't even be a footnote in the social circles he so desperately wanted to impress.

I wasn't surprised when some of the older family friends began to distance themselves from Sebastian once they realized I was no longer by his side.

It didn't take him long to notice the shift in their attitudes.

Soon enough, he shook off Jennifer and found me in a quiet corner. His face softened into a false tenderness. "Honey, why are you hiding here? I've been looking all over for you. Still upset? Fine, next time no one will ride in my car but you, okay?"

I frowned, irritated that he had come to disrupt my peace.

I looked up at him and said, "Sebastian, do you not understand plain speech? I don't care who sits in your car. Why are you clinging to me at this banquet? Don't you have anything better to do? Can you just grow up? Stop bothering me."

In the past, when Sebastian took me to banquets, I'd sometimes cling to him, asking if we could get something to eat together or step out onto the terrace for some air.

His response was always the same: "Everyone's here. Why do you have so many requests? Can't you just be by yourself for a while? When you're constantly hanging onto me, I can't get anything done. Can't you be a little more mature?"

The familiarity of his words hit him just as hard as it did me. Sebastian froze, momentarily stunned.

I didn't wait for him to recover. Grabbing a glass of my favorite ice wine, I slipped away to the terrace for some fresh air.

I sat there, hidden behind a flowering tree, drinking alone and savoring the solitude. I was content until I heard voices approaching.

The speakers didn't notice me—after all, who would expect someone to be seated behind the thick cover of branches?

"Hey, did you notice? Seb came with Jennifer today, and Nicole arrived on her own. Everyone knows about his relationship with Jennifer, but he's being a little too bold, isn't he? He's not even bothering to show respect to the Roberts family."

"Yeah, remember Jennifer's birthday? After Nicole left, the two of them were kissing like there was no tomorrow. I heard they spent the night together."

"What if Nicole finds out?"

"Seb already made sure no one who was there that night will say a word. He prepped everyone in advance."

"By the way, did you notice? When we were eating just now, Jennifer couldn't stomach the milk pudding. My cousin saw her at the obstetrics department a few days ago. Do you think she might be pregnant?"

"Shh, you talk too much. Let's get out of here."

I tilted my head back, finishing the glass in one bitter gulp. The once-sweet ice wine that had always brought me comfort now tasted sour, unbearable. A tear slipped down my cheek, and I let it fall.

Sebastian and I had been married for five years. I always knew he was pining for someone else. But I thought, with time, with our marriage, he would let go.

After all, he had always been so good to me—gentle, attentive, and by all appearances, deeply devoted. Everyone believed he adored me beyond reason.

Yet ever since Jennifer came back, his heart had been unsettled.

Years ago, when the Kingsley family's business collapsed, Jennifer had left for abroad, seeking refuge with relatives. She lost contact with Sebastian, or so I had thought.

But a year ago, Jennifer returned, and since then, Seb's affections to her had become more and more blatant.

I still remember that evening a group of his friends gathered to welcome her back. By the time I arrived, they had already taken their seats. Jennifer was sitting in what had always been my seat—right beside Sebastian.

When I walked in, his friends called out to me, "Nicole's here! Come, join us!" Then, realizing Jennifer had taken my spot, they tried to smooth things over by saying, "You can sit here, it's the same."

They pointed to the seat next to Jennifer.

Jennifer stood up, feigning innocence. "Oh, you must be Nicole. I'm so sorry, I just sat down to chat and forgot. Did I take your seat? Let's switch."

Sebastian glanced at her, then at me, dismissively. "It's fine. It's just a meal. Don't make a fuss."

When the food was served, a plate of steamed fish arrived. Sebastian reached for the tenderest part of the fish's belly, carefully removing the bones, and placed it on Jennifer's plate. "This was always your favorite, wasn't it? You must've missed it while you were abroad."

Jennifer smiled, a soft laugh escaping her lips as she took a bite. "I did. The whole time I was away, I dreamed of this dish."

Sebastian seemed to finally realize I was sitting next to him. After giving the fish to Jennifer, he picked up a piece and offered it to me.

I had covered my plate with my hand, refusing him. "I don't eat fish."

His face stiffened with embarrassment when he realized his mistake. He awkwardly set the piece on his own plate.

He then tried to offer me some beef instead, but I only shook my head. "I'm allergic to beef. Just focus on taking care of Jennifer. I can manage myself."

Jennifer chimed in gently, "Nicole doesn't like fish? How do you two manage meals at home? Seb always insisted on having fish at every meal. If you don't eat fish, how do you even eat together?"

Her tone made my skin crawl. I let out a cold laugh, unable to hold back. "Is the table at your house too small to accommodate a few extra dishes?"

She bit her lip and lowered her head, feigning the look of a wronged woman.

Sebastian immediately put his fork down and said sternly, "Nicole, don't be mean!"

Later, when I went to the restroom, I returned only to stumble upon Sebastian comforting Jennifer in a quiet corner. It seemed she had come out to touch up her makeup.

Sebastian said, "Stop crying. Nicole is just spoiled; but you don't have to see her anymore."

Jennifer replied, "I know my family isn't what it used to be, but what Nicole said... it really hurt me."

As he looked at her crying, Sebastian's heart seemed to ache for her. He couldn't help but pull her into his arms. "Don't cry, Jen. As long as I'm here, I won't let you shed another tear."

I froze in place, hidden from view, but my heart shattered in that moment. It was then that I finally realized how much Jennifer meant to Sebastian—far more than I had ever suspected.

Even as I held onto some foolish hope, believing that because he had married me, he wouldn't betray our relationship for some long-lost teenage crush, the truth had become all too clear.

This so-called untouchable, pure love from his youth was an undefeated force. I lost. I admit defeat.

*

I returned to the banquet, my head light with the ice wine I had downed on the terrace.

Half-drunk, I searched for Sebastian.

He was standing with Jennifer again, but when he saw me, he hurried over, leaving her behind to support me. His voice was soft and full of concern. "Why did you drink so much?"

Our friends around us laughed. "Look at you two, still acting like newlyweds after all these years."

I shook off his hand, but he stepped forward again, slipping off his jacket and draping it over my shoulders. "Why are you dressed so lightly? Aren't you cold? If you catch a cold, it'll hurt me to see you suffer."

I pulled off his jacket and threw it back at him. "This jacket would be better suited for a pregnant woman, don't you think?" I sneered. "Congratulations, Sebastian. You're going to be a father."

His face instantly drained of color. "What did you just say?"