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?

In the picture, he reached out to straighten Clara's temples, his eyes so gentle that they almost overflowed.

The reporters' flash lights flashed continuously, and countless people in the background were amazed.

Anna Collins, who was standing in front of the screen, almost dropped the shopping bag in his hand.

She had never received such a look in three years.

Not even for a second.

That night, Ethan Grant came home early, which was rare.

Clara was curled up on the sofa reading a magazine. He sat on one side, his brows relaxed and his expression unusually gentle.

When Anna Collins brought out the soup from the kitchen, he heard Clara's coquettish tone:

"Tokoyami, do you remember? Whenever I was sick, you stayed by my side until dawn."

Ethan Grant was slightly stunned, then smiled and said, "Of course I remember."

Anna Collins's wrist shook and he almost knocked over the bowl of soup.

The scorching heat hit her face, but she only felt cold.

It turned out that he had never been with her during the late nights she had endured;

But he is willing to stay up all night to help others with a minor illness.

It was late at night and the only sound in the house was her footsteps.

Anna Collins sat at the desk and spread out the divorce agreement that had been prepared long ago.

The paper was white and covered with dust.

She picked up the pen and slowly signed her name on it.

The tears finally fell at this moment, but silently, hitting the paper and spreading a small stain of ink.

She murmured softly:

" Ethan Grant , I've helped you hold this position for three years. Now, it's time to return it to its rightful owner."

She placed the divorce papers neatly in his desk drawer.

His movements were so gentle as if he was afraid of disturbing anyone.

The moment she closed the drawer, she suddenly felt relieved.

It was like a long dream that finally came to an end.

Anna Collins sent a message to Ethan Grant .

"The document you're asking about is in the drawer. If you want to know what it is, just open it."

It was not until half an hour later that Ethan Grant finally replied.

"No, you asked me to sign something that would not harm me."

This is what it means not to be able to see.

Yes, he was in a hurry to have dinner with Clara , so how could he have time to go and see it?

The raindrops hit the window pane, rapid and dense, like an endless interrogation.

The living room was eerily quiet, with only the flickering light from the cell phone screen, making Anna Collins 's face look pale.

She leaned back on the sofa, deleting the updates one by one with her fingertips.

Photos posted after the wedding, the dinners they prepared with great care, photos of them attending parties together...

These records, which she once regarded as proof of her happiness, have now become glaring jokes.

When the words "Deleted successfully" popped up, her heart felt like a piece was torn out.

At this moment, a new notification suddenly popped up on the screen.

Clara : New Developments

Anna Collins raised his eyelids and nodded almost subconsciously.

A nine-grid photo comes into view: yachts, champagne, hair blown by the sea breeze, the atmosphere is so exquisite that it looks like a set of advertising blockbusters.

In one of the photos, a man's hand appeared in the corner.

She could clearly recognize the familiar watch, the slender knuckles, and even the scattered sunlight falling on the back of her hand.

Her heart tightened, and before she could close it, a new dialog box popped up.

[ Clara : Anna , does this hand look familiar?]

An ambiguous smiley face emoticon was attached at the end.

Anna Collins stared at the line of words. There was no anger in his eyes, only an indescribable coldness.

After a few seconds, her fingertips slowly dropped and typed out three words:

It looks pretty good.

As soon as the message was sent, she exited the dialog box and slammed the phone on the coffee table.