Her Grand Show, My Blaze
Language: en
Three years of marriage, and Ava despised any form of romantic gesture. Even buying her a single rose was enough to get me locked out of our home. So, we never celebrated anything. Until I was hospitalized with an acute stomach hemorrhage, only to scroll through her social media. She had rented out the entire Coastal Cove Amusement Park, setting off a million-dollar display of fireworks for her depressed male subordinate. I didn't lose my temper right then. Instead, at her company's annual investment summit the next morning, I lit those multi-million-dollar contracts, which I had secretly…