It was supposed to be someone else's wedding, but in the chaos of the bride's absence, the question of "who is willing" suddenly arose.

Without even thinking, she stood up.

Everything happened so fast.

Put on your wedding dress, exchange vows, and be pushed into the spotlight.

Amidst astonishment and amazement, she became Ethan Grant 's wife.

For three years, she carefully guarded this position.

Cooking, waiting, taking care of him, whatever he needed, she did her best.

But no matter how hard she tried, the distance between them could never be narrowed.

Thinking about it now, she realized that her seven years of obsession was nothing more than a one-man show with no response.

That day should have been a celebration for others.

The wedding hall was ablaze with lights, flowers and crystal chandeliers complemented each other, and the guests gathered in a scene so grand it was enough to make headlines.

Anna Collins was just an inconspicuous member of the many invited guests. She sat in the crowd, so quiet that she was almost invisible.

However, the bride did not show up.

As time passed, whispers gradually began to rise from the audience, and gossip surged like a tide.

Some people suspected that the bride was being stubborn, while others speculated that the two had a temporary falling out.

Ethan Grant on the stage had a sullen expression on his face, a storm suppressed between his brows.

He called again and again, but only got endless busy tones.

In the end, his knuckles turned white from gripping the phone, and he suddenly sneered.

"Since the bride does not want to appear,"

He spoke slowly, his voice carrying throughout the room through the loudspeaker, cold and clear.

"Today, I, Ethan Grant, will have a new bride. Excuse me , is there any single lady here who would like to come on stage?"

With a loud bang, the auditorium was instantly in an uproar.

Everyone was shocked and looked at each other in bewilderment. No one had expected that this grand ceremony would turn into a farce.

Someone couldn't help but chuckle, "What the hell is this? Ridiculous!"

Some people were secretly excited and took out their mobile phones to take pictures frantically.

Anna Collins's heart almost jumped out of his chest.

She knew that if she stood up at this moment, she would become the target of public criticism and would be accused by everyone of being "the supporting role in the joke."

But she also knew that this was her only chance.

From the first time I met him, to the seven years of secret love, to the confusion at this moment .

All her thoughts, hesitations and patience converged into one thought at this moment.

So, amid the uproar, she slowly stood up.

Countless eyes were fixed on her.

Some were disdainful, some were shocked, and some sneered.

But she gritted her teeth and met Ethan Grant 's gaze.

That look was cold, yet filled with a hint of surprise.

"I do."

Her voice was not loud, but every word was clear.

The whole audience was silent for a moment.

Soon, the etiquette staff hurriedly took her backstage and hurriedly changed her into an ill-fitting wedding dress.

The zipper was a little tight, the skirt a little long, and she staggered as she walked, like a hastily put-together joke.

But when the wedding march sounded, Anna Collins still walked up the red carpet step by step.

She looked at the man in front of her, his brows were stern and his figure was tall and straight.

My heart was beating violently and my palms were covered in cold sweat.

This was a scenario she had never imagined.

She is both an intruder and an actor pushed onto the stage by fate.

Ethan Grant just looked at her coldly, as if she was just a "substitute" to fill the vacancy.

At that moment, she suddenly realized that all her courage was just a joke of fate.

But she still held her chin high and walked the red carpet with determination.

Because this is the opportunity she has been waiting for seven years.

Even if it's just a misplaced wedding.

The wedding ended with applause and blessings mixed with discussions and ridicule.

Anna Collins, wearing that ill-fitting wedding dress, followed Ethan Grant , like a shadow pushed into the spotlight.

At that time she comforted herself: It doesn't matter, as long as I marry him, one day he will slowly see her.

But three years later, she realized that she had always been just a quiet "filler".

He didn't go home on the first night of his wedding.

Photos were sent from outside , showing him drinking alone until late at night, with a cold expression and no one around him.

She waited in the living room until dawn, the tea got cold several times, and the lights were burned hot.

He pushed the door open and came in, his footsteps cold, and he just said lightly: "No need to wait in the future."

At that moment, she smiled and nodded, but there was a bitterness in her eyes.

Life after marriage seemed no different.

There is often only one person's tableware left on the table ;

She prepared three dishes and a soup, he occasionally picked up his chopsticks, but more often he just stood up hurriedly;

She ironed his ties one by one and placed them in the most conspicuous place in the closet, but she often didn't find them until late at night.

The tie was still hanging there neatly.

The most embarrassing thing was a company party.

The host teased, " Mr. Ethan, is this... your sister-in-law?"

He paused for a moment and replied calmly, "Yes, a friend."

Her smile didn't break, but her palms turned red from pinching under the wine glass.

In the past three years, she told herself again and again: Just hold on a little longer, there will always be a response.

But the response never came.

She waited for his goodnight text message and his birthday present.

But the phone screen was always cold and her name never appeared in his schedule.

Occasionally, she would call out his name in her dreams, filled with longing and dependence.

But when I woke up, there was only an empty guest bedroom and a cold pillow.

In the eyes of outsiders, they are a model couple: well-matched and enjoying a prosperous life.

But only she knew that this marriage was like an empty house. She kept the lights on, but he never came home.

The most ironic thing is that even if he never touches her, there will still be ridicule from the outside world:

"Look at Anna Collins, relying on her position, she is clinging to Ethan Grant 's position."

But she knew in her heart that the real "occupation" was that she never had it.

Until one day, the woman who had disappeared for three years finally returned to her country.

Anna Collins finally understood that the three years she had struggled to maintain were nothing more than a period of time to keep others warm.

And her marriage also came to an end.

The night in early spring is slightly cool.

Anna Collins came out of the company and just walked to the intersection, he saw the familiar black car parked on the side of the road.

The car window slowly lowered, Ethan Grant 's face was cold and his thin lips were pursed into a straight line.

She was stunned for a moment and walked over subconsciously.

"Get in the car."

The voice was still indifferent, but a little more urgent than usual.

Anna Collins sat in the passenger seat. Before he fastened his seat belt, he heard him speak:

"Clara is back."

At that moment, she felt as if her heart was hit by something heavy.

Yes.

She had heard that name for seven years.

From the soft light in his eyes, to the unintentional sighs from his mouth, to the envy and legends of countless people.

And now, that person is finally back.

Anna Collins forced a smile, but couldn't hide the trembling in his voice: "...Really? That's good."

Ethan Grant tilted his head slightly, glanced at her, but said nothing.

The next day, in the company lobby.

Clara was wearing a white windbreaker, her long hair draped over her shoulders, and she had a bright smile. She was surrounded by people, flowers, and applause.

Everyone's eyes sparkled with amazement and curiosity, and their voices were filled with praise.

"Is this Miss Su? She's truly extraordinary."

"No wonder Mr. Ethan was so persistent back then..."

Anna Collins stood at the end of the crowd, holding the documents, watching quietly.

At that moment, she suddenly felt that she was the real outsider.

During the lunch break, she saw two figures at the end of the corridor.

The man is tall and straight, and the woman is gentle and cuddly.

They stood side by side, their atmosphere naturally intimate, as if there had never been a gap in the past three years.

Clara whispered something, and Ethan Grant lowered his head, rarely revealing a faint smile.

Anna Collins stood there in a daze, his fingertips tightly gripping the document, the corners of which were wrinkled.

She waited for that smile for three years.

But he never gave it to her.

When I got home in the evening, there was a pair of women's slippers in the living room.

There is also an exquisite suitcase at the entrance.

Ethan Grant took off his coat and said in a very natural tone: "Clara, you don't mind if I stay here temporarily?"

Anna Collins felt a pang of pain in his heart, but he smiled and shook his head: "I don't mind."

The moment she turned around, her eyes turned red.

It turned out that the home she had guarded for three years was just a place left for someone else.

late at night.

Anna Collins was cleaning the dishes in the kitchen when she heard a soft laugh coming from upstairs.

Men have low voices, women have crisp voices.

The sound was very soft, but it struck her heart again and again.

She put down her chopsticks and dishes, her fingertips trembling, and she couldn't even hold the edge of the glass firmly.

The cup fell to the ground and the sound of it breaking startled the people upstairs.

Footsteps soon arrived.

It was Clara, wearing home clothes, standing at the stairs with a harmless smile: "Anna , are you okay?"

Ethan Grant followed behind her, frowning slightly, and looked at Anna Collins with a hint of impatience.

"You're so clumsy. Be more careful next time."

Just one sentence pushed her into the abyss of embarrassment.

Anna Collins lowered her head and silently swept up the fragments. A bloody cut was left on her fingertips, but she didn't even frown.

Because compared to the pain of the wound, the indifference in her heart is what really makes her suffer so much that she has nowhere to escape.

The lights in the living room were a warm yellow, yet cold and blinding.

After cleaning up the broken glass, Anna Collins silently returned to the guest bedroom, closed the door, and slid his back slowly against the cold wall.

She stared at the bloody wound on her palm. The red color seeped out little by little, but the pain made her inexplicably sober.

It turned out that she had become accustomed to not being seen and not being cared about.

Over the next few days, the house seemed to have changed.

There was an extra pair of bowls and chopsticks on the dining table.

There was a light-colored blanket on the sofa, with the scent of perfume that did not belong to her.

Even the pen in the study, which he had never let anyone touch, was casually placed next to Clara.

Every time Anna Collins saw it, he felt like his heart was being stabbed by a needle.

But she didn't say a word.

She just continued to quietly take care of the housework and cook meals for three people, like a transparent person.

One weekend, she went shopping at the mall.

Inadvertently, I saw the news playing on the big screen.

Ethan Grant, CEO of Ethan 's Group , and his childhood sweetheart, Clara, attended a charity dinner together, acting intimately. Could this be a rekindling of their past relationship?