Blurb：
In the rain-streaked twilight, fireworks blaze for another woman as Mrs. Xavier clutches a cold teacup, her heart shattered by betrayal. Leo Xavier, once her devoted husband who vowed eternal love, now shields Fiona Yates—pregnant with his child—under the dazzling pyrotechnics bearing her name. Three years ago, he lay broken in a hospital bed, swearing to walk beside her forever; today, Fiona flaunts her diamond ring and rounded belly, demanding the title of "Mrs. Xavier." Amidst the sterile scent of past tragedies and a lost baby, a battle for love and identity unfolds. Can she reclaim what was stolen, or will Leo Xavier's promises turn to ashes in the rain? Dive into this emotional saga of secrets, pregnancy, and forbidden romance.Content：
Outside the window, fireworks burst while the glass still bore the evening rain's trace; the raindrops, not yet dried, slid down the pane, leaving faint trails.The city's lights and shadows settled in my eyes, the muffled thunder of fireworks sending sharp tremors through my heart.
Once, Leo Xavier promised to accompany me through all the seasons' landscapes, but now this sky ablaze shines for another.
The servant stepped in softly, carrying tea; the white porcelain cup steamed, yet could not warm the coldness lingering in the air.
She said Mr. Xavier wouldn't be coming back tonight—her voice delicate, fingers gripping the tray until her knuckles whitened.
I clutched the teacup tightly; the porcelain's chill seeped into my skin, piercing the heart with cold pain.
I asked if he had said when he would return, or who he was with.
I deliberately slowed my words, yet the final syllables still trembled and faded away.
The servant's shoulders trembled faintly, his head bowed even lower as he said Mr. Xavier merely mentioned that once the matter was settled, he would return, without mentioning anyone else.
She urged me not to overthink it, saying Mr. Xavier was probably just busy.
But I knew that 'busy' was nothing more than a hollow excuse.
I tugged at the corner of my mouth, refraining from asking further.
Suddenly, the sterile scent of hospital disinfectant surged back— a cold, rainy day three years ago; Leo Xavier lay on the hospital bed, his face ghastly pale, three ribs fractured, his left leg in plaster, gauze stained with blood.
He squeezed my hand, the sweat from his palm soaking my sleeve; yet he smiled and said it was nothing, that he would still be able to walk beside me for a long time to come.
At that moment, I actually believed it.
The door was pushed open, the cold wind rushing in, stirring the thin blanket draped over me, and I couldn't help but shiver.
Fiona Yates stood in the doorway, supporting her waist; the hem of her off-white coat was speckled with mud, her belly clearly round, glowing with the pride of an expectant mother.
She said you must have heard by now, then lifted her hand to tuck back her hair; the diamond ring flashed on her finger—that was the style Leo Xavier promised to buy me on our fifth wedding anniversary last year.
She told me that Leo Xavier had reserved the western fireworks field for her—that every firework just now bore her name.
I stared at her belly, my voice hoarse, and asked if she came here just to say that.
Fiona Yates smiled, the fine lines at the corners of her eyes betraying her pride, and said, of course, it wasn't just that.
She caressed her belly and said Leo Xavier knew she was pregnant—he never let her lift heavy things, and when the fireworks were set off, he kept protecting her waist.
She met my gaze and shifted her tone, saying she was unlike me who back then still threw tantrums at Leo Xavier despite being pregnant—how tragic that was in the end.
Her words stabbed my heart like an ice pick; I snapped my head up and told her to shut up.
I said the events of back then were none of her concern to speak about.
But she leaned forward, lowering her voice to say she knew I had lost the baby, and Leo Xavier was hurting too.
But he said what's past is past; now she carries his child, and they are the true family.
She reminded me that after holding the title of "Mrs. Xavier" for so long, it was time to give it up.
I clenched my teacup, knuckles white, and said that whether to give it up wasn't for her and Leo Xavier to decide alone.
I recalled how he begged me to marry him, promising he would love me for a lifetime.
She shrugged carelessly, saying one can't take a man's words seriously.
She said proudly that Leo Xavier used to love me, but now he loves only her.
She scanned the living room and fixed her gaze on our wedding photo, saying its presence was an eyesore and that the first thing she'd do after moving in was to take it down.
I sprang to my feet, the tea sloshing over the cup's rim and spilling cold against my pants.
Fiona Yates recoiled half a step in fear, then squared her shoulders and said there was nothing she was afraid of.
She said Leo Xavier had promised her that once the child was born, he would divorce me, and that then this house and everything inside it would be hers.
She urged me to face reality sooner rather than later, warning me not to make a scene and disgrace myself.
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