Fireworks Fade Away Easily, But Love Lasts Forever

My husband used my ashes to develop the latest blue fireworks.

In the seventh year of our marriage, Calix Reitman used fireworks to write the name of his childhood sweetheart Serena Johanson in the sky.

As the two of them kissed happily under the fireworks, the last trace of me, Daphne Vaughan, in this world disappeared into the sea along with the remaining gunpowder.

On the seventh day after my death.

The fireworks factory exploded, causing countless casualties and heavy losses, and then reminded Calix of me.

He finally returned to our former home, but asked me to use my savings to clean up his mess.

"Daphne, as a couple, if you can help me get through this crisis, I will reconsider our marriage relationship."

I wanted to tell him that it was not necessary. But unfortunately, I had died a long time ago.

Calix could not find me anywhere, and in a fit of rage, he smashed open my safe.

However, what he did not expect was, inside the cold iron cabinet there was only a thin risk notification letter ....

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When Calix received the call about identifying the body, he was serving as a sketch model for Serena.

As soon as he heard my name, anger immediately welled up in his eyes, but he still suppressed his voice for fear of disturbing the person who was sketching.

"Dead? If she's dead, come find me after she's cremated."

The staff did as they were told, and after my body turned into ashes, they made several phone calls before they finally met Calix.

He was wearing a bright burgundy shirt with his tie loosened and the collar opened.

His casual appearance was out of place here.

Calix carelessly took my urn and held it under his arm. The urn might fall off at any time.

"Is this really Daphne's ashes?"

"How much money did she give you to cooperate with her like this?"

"Her acting was good, better than quite a few actors."

He raised his hand to wipe away the tears that did not exist in his eyes, and sneered as he spoke.

"I almost believed it, after all, it's been less than a month since she cut her wrists last time."

The two staff members looked at each other, thinking that Calix was a family member who had lost his mind due to excessive grief.

"Please accept my condolences."

Calix nodded with mocking eyes, then walked away with my urn in his hands.

As soon as I got on the car, he could not wait to send me a few voice messages.

"Daphne, there must be a limit to your temper. This time, your trick was very professional but it was still a failure."

"I'm already tired from working every day, do I have to play suicide games with you once a month? When did you become so immature?"

"Believe it or not, even if you do die it won't stop me from mass-producing blue fireworks. It doesn't matter if you don't support me, there will always be people who do."

After he finished speaking, the phone pierced through my empty body and hit the urn on the passenger seat.

I looked at his all-too-familiar profile and could not help but shed tears.

Believe it, how could he not believe it?

I was truly dead.

The urn was casually thrown by him into his laboratory, and the spilled ashes were mixed with a pile of gunpowder powder.

He immersed himself in the work of fireworks design that he had no time to take care of me.

I looked at the countdown to the fireworks show on the wall, which showed that it would be tomorrow.

Calix rushed to finish the work, and in the end, he even used the gunpowder mixed with ashes without a care.

Now I was a ghost. I desperately shouted to stop it, but it was all in vain.

After putting in a lot of hard work, the man carefully wrote the name of this fireworks box: Serena.

At this moment, the phone displayed an incoming call with a name of Serena.

A familiar female voice came from the other end of the phone. "Calix, when will you be back for dinner? The food is getting cold."

Calix looked at the fireworks on the table with satisfaction and answered, "I'll go home now."

This heartwarming home conversation made me forget myself that I was Calix's wife who had been married for seven years, but in name only!

They lived like husband and wife, but my ashes were turned into fireworks to witness their happiness!

For a moment, dark aura was emanating from my broken body.