When Ariel saw I was ignoring her, she stood up, with her bag in hands, looking all innocent and docile, "Eliana, Damon said you’re willing to divorce without getting anything. You... shouldn’t be so daft. You’ve waited him for the best ten years of your youthful life so you should get sothing in return. A woman’s youth is precious." With that, she turned around and left. I was literally fuming. The other woman was advising the soon-to-be ex-wife not to divorce empty- handed? Was she pretending to be a saint? And she knew I was in love with Damon for ten years! She must feel both smug and pity. I waited him for ten years, but those few short months she had with him surely defeated that. She knew how good Damon was to her. Damon must have told her, right? I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. It wasn’t the first ti I’ve been made a fool of. What’s another round of mockery from Ariel? I didn’t want to make a scene. I decided to travel as soon as the divorce was finalized. Ti heals all wounds. "Spaghetti is here!" Luna ca back all excited. Noticing my gloomy face, she frowned, "What’s wrong? You look upset." I forced a smile, "Let show you sothing." I took out my phone and played the recording. Luna was fuming after hearing it, "How can that woman be so vicious? She’s trying to harm you? This is outrageous, I need to confront her! This is driving mad!" "Luna, don’t." I shook my head, "You don’t know where she’s gone, how can you find her?" "Isn’t she from the city College’s music departnt too? I’ll expose her over the school’s broadcast radio. I, Luna, will make her drop out!" Luna said angrily. "Why do you need to confront Ariel when I’m about to divorce Damon?" I said gently, "Wait until I’m divorced. Revenge is best served cold?"
Luna was surprised, "When’s the right ti?" I smirked, "Like, say, their wedding day? It would make a nice wedding gift." Luna’s eyes lit up at the idea. She gave a thumb up, "Right! We can’t just tell Damon. He might take her side. Better to choose a ti and place to let everyone know what kind of witch she is. Let’s see if she still dares to show her face." "Exactly. If Damon’s willing to divorce for her, that ans they’re likely to get married. No rush." I reassured Luna. After dinner, as the sky grew dark, I told Luna to head back. The ward was quiet again, with only the occasional sounds of the nurses bustling outside. I lay in bed scrolling through Facebook. Lots of people were posting pictures with their family and friends waiting for the New Year. Everyone looked happy. I fell asleep without realizing it, only to be awakened by the sound of midnight fireworks. Starlight Plaza in the city hosts a grand fireworks display on every holiday, and it’s a popular spot for lovers. I had always wanted to go with Damon, but never got to. After being awakened by the fireworks, I couldn’t fall back asleep. A hunch led to check Ariel’s Facebook page. Sure enough, her latest post was about the fireworks at Starlight Plaza, along with a selfie. Behind her gleaming smile, there was half a man’s face. It was Mitch. Given the ti and place, if Mitch was there, Damon was likely there too. Ariel probably didn’t feel comfortable taking a direct photo of him, so she took one of Mitch as indirect evidence. Damon hasn’t divorced yet, so Ariel can’t be publicly with him. I zood in and out on the photo with my fingertips, trying to spot Damon in the background. Suddenly, soone appeared at the door of my ward. "Can’t you sleep?" It was Jones. "I woke up." I put away my phone, "Dr. Jones, you’re on night duty?" "Yeah. Want to go to the rooftop to watch the fireworks?" He asked again. I wasn’t planning on going, but I was bored, so I got up and put on a jacket, "Let’s go."
Jones and I walked through the long corridor. As we passed the nurse’s station, a nurse asked in surprise, "Wait, Dr. Jones, you switched shifts with Dr. Sanchez?" I was surprised and looked at Jones. He replied, "Yeah. He caught a bad cold." I see. I continued to follow him, up the stairwell to the rooftop of the inpatient building. The cold air hit instantly, causing to shiver. Beautiful fireworks were continuously bursting in the night sky in the distance. My phone rang. My mom had transferred five thousand dollars, along with a ssage, "My dearest daughter, happy holidays!" The gloom in my heart was instantly swept away by my mom. I happily accepted the money, then texted her back, "Mom and Dad, happy holidays!" "Is that a text from Damon?" Jones saw grinning and asked. "Do you think that’s possible?" I put away my phone, took a deep breath of cold air, and felt my heart freeze, "My mom gave so spending money, that’s why I’m happy." Jones took off his mask and put it in his pocket. A faint smile appeared on his handso face, "Didn’t expect you to be so money-minded." I replied, "Who doesn’t love money?" He nodded and changed the topic, "By the way, Ariel’s dad had his surgery yesterday. He should be discharged soon." Before, when ntioning Ariel’s family, I might have been curious. Now, I just feel annoyed. I thought back to the photo Ariel posted earlier. She must know I can see it, right? "I don’t care. You should tell Damon. He’s been taking such good care of their family." I said indifferently. "Ariel will tell him herself, no need for ." Jones sighed, and then walked towards a corner of the rooftop. When he ca back, he was holding a bundle of small handheld sparklers, "Want to play with these?" "Where did you get these?" I was surprised. "The hospital always stashes so sparklers on the rooftop every year, so the night shift staff can co up and celebrate the holidays," Jones pulled a lighter from his pocket, inviting , "Co on, let’s have a bit of fun." It’s been ages since the last ti I played with these things. I took the two sparklers that Jones handed over to . He shielded the lighter against the wind with one hand and helped light one with the other. The glow burst from the tip of the sparkler like a shower of sprinkling sparks, absolutely stunning. Jones grabbed one and lit it too. We were waving the sparklers around, laughing like kids. Had I known that Damon was watching us from the exit, I would never have made a wish to the sparkler, Blurting out words "I wish Damon would drop dead." But we’ll get to that later. By the ti Jones and I had burned through all the sparklers, it was an hour later. I was having a blast. After thanking him, I returned to my room for so rest. After all, I had a head injury and needed to catch so extra sleep.
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