Having dated for five years and been married for seven, she had never missed his birthday in the past 12 years. The 12 gifts from previous years were carefully placed in the storage closet. However, this year's birthday gift...

"Ms. Scott, are you sure you want to apply for an emotion transplant surgery? Once successful, your feelings for your lover will be permanently lost and irretrievable."

Jenna Scott was momentarily silent before answering firmly, "Yeah, I'm sure, and I'll never regret it."

The staff member on the other end of the phone stopped dissuading her. "Okay, Ms. Scott. The application process is expected to be completed within a month. We ask for your patience."

After hanging up, Jenna bought a plane ticket to a Malodian town for a month later. Just as she was about to turn off the screen, she received a message from Matthew Simmons.

Matthew: [Jenna, I just got off the plane. I'll be home soon.]

As Jenna closed her eyes, the sudden sting in her eyes made her mumble, "Liar."

He had gone to keep his lover company but lied to her, saying that he was on a business trip. He was merely assured that she had absolute confidence in him.

The way she found out about it was pretty dramatic.

Knowing Matthew would be back today, Jenna went out to buy some food ingredients, but she got into a car accident. Fortunately, her injuries were not serious, and only her calf was slightly injured.

However, after Jenna had her wounds bandaged, she saw Matthew, who was supposed to be on a business trip, in the hospital.

The domineering Matthew Simmons who was feared in the business world was like a child who had made a mistake, keeping his head down as he was scolded by the doctor. There was a young lady beside him, holding his arm.

Jenna took two steps forward and heard the doctor say, "No matter how in love you are, you still have to pay attention to your health. Excessive intimacy can cause abdominal pain and physical damage. In severe cases, it may lead to heavy bleeding."

The doctor paused before earnestly advising Matthew, saying, "Take it easy next time. Be nice to your girlfriend."

Matthew quickly nodded in response.

The lady next to him playfully glared at him. "It's all your fault. You always use so much force."

Matthew pulled her into his arms and kissed her lovingly. "Okay, okay. Stop being mad. I'll be gentle next time."

Jenna had never seen him so flirtatious and carefree. He was always gentle and restrained in front of her.

Jenna laughed at herself and lamented again that Matthew was great at pretending.

Although Matthew said he would be back soon, he did not return until sunset. He returned with a large bouquet of white roses.

Jenna was curled up on the couch with her knees in her arms when she heard him and subconsciously looked up.

"Jenna, why didn't you turn on the lights at home?" He pressed the switch, and the living room, which had been completely dark, lit up instantly.

Jenna stared blankly at him. She slowly scanned his face, trying to find something different from before. However, there was nothing; he seemed just like usual. Even the look in his eyes as he gazed at her was filled with familiar affection.

Matthew looked down at the bleeding wound on Jenna's calf, and his pupils constricted. "Why are you hurt?" He then hurriedly grabbed the first aid kit, held Jenna's ankle, and carefully helped her take care of her wound. "Jenna, how did you get injured?"

His concerned and distressed expression seemed real, not fake at all.

Jenna's eyes instantly reddened as she whispered, "I got into a car accident while I was out today."

"Why didn't you contact me..." Matthew suddenly stopped halfway through his sentence. As if realizing something, he abruptly lowered his eyes, his voice tinted with guilt. "I'm sorry, Jenna. I should've come back earlier."

A hint of mockery gradually appeared on Jenna's face. Those indulging in pleasure would not be willing to withdraw from it so easily. With that in mind, she said indifferently, "It's alright. Work is important."

After a pause, she looked down and whispered, "Your birthday is in a month. I'll prepare a gift that will please you."

Her lashes were long and thick, almost concealing the emotions in her eyes when she looked down. Matthew did not notice anything unusual about her. The moment he heard that Jenna was going to prepare a gift for him, his eyes instantly lit up with surprise. "I'll be counting down the days. My darling Jenna, you always know how to handle me."

Jenna looked at Matthew, whose face was brimming with sweetness and joy. A sudden wave of bitterness surged in her heart.

Having dated for five years and married for seven, she had never missed his birthday in the past 12 years. The 12 gifts from previous years were carefully placed in the storage closet. Jenna supposed he would also be pleased with this year's birthday gift. After all, he liked that lady very much.

After treating Jenna's wound, Matthew passed her the white roses he bought. With a grin, he said, "Here. I bought you flowers to make amends. There's a fireworks show by the river tonight. Don't you love watching fireworks? How about we go together?"

Jenna was uninterested and was about to say no when he swore sincerely, "Don't worry, Jenna. I'll arrange a wheelchair so that you won't be exhausted. I'll also protect you closely to make sure that the crowd won't bump into you."

Hearing his words, Jenna could only agree.

Matthew immediately smiled and kissed her forehead. "Let's go, then."

The river was crowded with people because of the fireworks show.

Matthew found a relatively safe place and gently lifted Jenna into a wheelchair. He half crouched down in front of her, took the blanket from the bodyguard, and gently covered her legs with it. "The fireworks show will start in ten minutes. Let's wait here for a while."

Jenna hummed in response and looked into the distance.

The breeze blew as the river rippled. The place looked like a scene out of a painting, but she was not in the mood to enjoy the view.

While waiting, Matthew watched her and took care of her at every moment as usual. Since she was injured, he was even more alert as he protected her closely. He was afraid someone might bump into her.

His behavior made Jenna somewhat dazed.

Matthew thought she was worried and comforted her with a smile, saying, "Don't worry. I'm always here to protect you."

'Will you always be here...' Jenna thought as she smiled, but she said nothing.

When there were only three minutes left before the fireworks show, Matthew's phone kept ringing with notifications. He took it out, and a conflicted look appeared in his eyes after his gaze landed on the screen.

Jenna instantly figured out that the lady from the hospital was reaching out to him.

"Did something happen?" Jenna stared at Matthew's face quietly, wanting to know what his ultimate choice would be.

The seconds passed…

Matthew looked down at his phone and finally made a decision. "Jenna, there's a major problem with an order contract. I need to go back immediately and settle it. I'll get the bodyguard to stay here and guard you. I'll hurry back to accompany you as soon as I'm done, okay?"

He chose that lady in the end.

Jenna's hands clenched tightly, and her sharp nails pierced her skin instantly. It stung slightly, like being pricked by a needle. Her heart was experiencing the same pain. "Do you have to deal with it now?"

'Do you really have to see her?' Jenna wondered as she stared at Matthew and demanded an answer from him, but she was destined to be disappointed.

He only coaxed her apologetically, saying, "Jenna, be good. I'll hurry back as soon as possible, okay?"

This time, Jenna said nothing more. Watching Matthew stride away, she calmly ordered the bodyguard, "Wheel me and follow him."

The bodyguard took the handlebars of her wheelchair and followed Matthew without asking much.

From a short distance, Jenna watched as Matthew walked through the crowd and arrived in front of the lady waiting on the opposite shore, bringing her into his embrace.

Loud bangs followed one after another. Clusters of brilliant fireworks exploded in the night sky, blooming fleetingly in the dark sky.

Under the dazzling brilliance, Jenna's gaze once again fell on the two figures opposite who were now locked in a kiss. The emotions that welled up in her heart swallowed her like a thick fog.

"I heard that the boyfriend of the famous love blogger, Luna, specially arranged this fireworks show to confess his feelings to her."

"You're talking about Luna and Matt, right? They're super sweet."

"Yes, those two. They are very sweet!"

Jenna heard the conversation of the two women beside her, and her heart clenched. Her intuition told her that Matt was Matthew.

With trembling hands, Jenna pulled out her phone and searched for Luna's blog. Thanks to her high profile and Matthew's affection, Jenna found her blog almost effortlessly. Her full name was Luna Zachary, and she was seven years younger than them. Matthew affectionately called her Luna Bear.

All her blog posts were filled with Matthew's affection for her. In one instance, she complained about not getting along with her roommate, so he rented her an apartment outside the university and gave her a car with a driver.

Luna loved plush toys, so he gave up his business deals for her and went to buy her two big boxes full of plushies. She filled her couch with them and took a photo for Matthew.

Luna: [This is a love that's exclusive to me, right?]

Matthew: [Of course, it's exclusive to you.]

Jenna read through the blog post and suddenly stopped at one of them.

Luna pestered Matthew for a love confession, and he made her a promise.

Matthew: [I'll surprise you and fulfill your wish in a month.]

Jenna's fingertips on the screen slid down inch by inch, becoming increasingly weak. She pondered, 'It's exactly one month today. It turns out that he had already prepared everything and decided that he wouldn't be accompanying me until the end today. What am I, then? A witness to their love?'

Her heart ached as she pressed her chest hard. The intense pain forced her to bend over and gasp for breath while tears fell from her eyes.

Her love for Matthew had also begun with fireworks. The 18-year-old Matthew had a lot going for him; he was smart, had a strong family background, and was good-looking. He was the Prince Charming of most girls at school, but he only had eyes for Jenna.

Back then, he never avoided his feelings and was not worried about getting lectured by the teachers. He just declared openly, "It's my decision to like Jenna. What does it have to do with her? If you want to punish someone, just punish me. She doesn't know anything. What do you mean by puppy love? There's no such thing. It's unrequited love as I'm still pursuing her."

When faced with everyone's teasing, Jenna would only raise her book and silently hide away. However, her ears would turn red behind the book.

Matthew stood in front of the school building on the eve of graduation with the brilliant sky behind him. He cupped his hands around his mouth to mimic the effects of a megaphone and shouted in Jenna's direction while she was surrounded by people upstairs, "Jenna, I like you! You'll become my wife!"

That year's spring breeze was full of gentleness as it carried her sweet thoughts and blew his white shirt. His school uniform was the ultimate symbol of his youth.

Everyone called them the perfect match and said that they would be together forever. Jenna believed that too, but he had shattered this certainty. He had given away what had once belonged solely to her.

The bodyguard next to her saw that she was crying uncontrollably and hurriedly handed her a tissue. "Mrs. Simmons, are you okay?"

Jenna took it and said hoarsely, "You'd better keep what happened tonight to yourself. If he knows that I saw them, this marriage won't be able to continue, and you'll be punished as well."

"I understand, Mrs. Simmons," the bodyguard replied.

Jenna did not even look back when she left.

Fireworks faded away quickly, and it was hard to return to the past.

From the moment Matthew betrayed her, her relationship with him could no longer be restored.