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.

The water in the glass was shaken, reflecting her calm face.

She didn't check to see if there were any new replies.

Anyway, no matter what Clara said, she already knew it.

Turning into the kitchen, she opened the refrigerator and took out half a head of lettuce and two carrots.

The sound of the knife blade hitting the chopping board was crisp and monotonous, drowning out the sound of rain for a moment.

She cut slowly, one stroke at a time, but with great concentration.

It seems that only in this way can I stop myself from thinking about the scenes that I shouldn’t think about.

The lights on the yacht, the man's lowered gaze, and Clara's boastful private message.

The rain still didn't stop.

But Anna Collins suddenly felt a calm and extremely determined mind:

Instead of waiting for others to tear it apart, it is better to let go first.

The sky gradually darkened and the rain finally stopped, but the air was still filled with the smell of dampness.

Anna Collins was holding a freshly made salad and was about to have some dinner with some soup.

There were no candles or cakes on the table, and it was as quiet as every other night.

She wasn't expecting anything.

Ethan Grant three years ago , she learned that expectation is the thing that is most likely to hurt people.

The door lock turned with a click.

She subconsciously looked up, thinking that Ethan Grant had returned. However, it was not him who came in, but the delivery man.

"Hello, here's your order."

The other party handed over an exquisite cake box.

Anna Collins was stunned for a moment and signed for it.

Anna Collins, was clearly written on it .

Her heart suddenly began to beat faster. Could it be... Ethan Grant ?

Carefully unpacking it, I found the cake was beautifully made, with a rose shape and delicate cream.

Her breathing gradually became lighter, and a long-lost warmth appeared in her eyes.

However, when she picked up the small card attached to the box, her fingers froze slightly.

There is a line of words written on it:

" Happy birthday, Clara ."

The handwriting was Ethan Grant 's. A familiar stroke, with his usual coldness.

Anna Collins stared at those words, his throat seemed to be blocked and he couldn't utter a word for a long time.

This cake doesn't belong to her.

There was just an error in delivery and it was sent to her.

The wind outside the window blew the curtains, the candlelight-like twilight swayed, and her eyes sank slowly in the shadows.

She slowly put the card back into the box, her movements so light that it seemed as if a heavier touch would crush the last shred of illusion in her heart.

Her fingertips were slightly cold, but she smiled, a smile quieter than crying.

At this moment, she finally understood:

Ethan Grant never remembered was her birthday.

It was the night of their wedding anniversary, and Anna Collins spent the whole day making careful preparations.

She placed candles on the dining table, picked out her best dishes, and even changed into the dress he had given her when they got married.

The candlelight flickered and the atmosphere was romantic, as if everything was waiting for the moment when the door was pushed open.

But the phone screen lit up twice, and it wasn't him either.

Ethan Grant " finally popped up .

She almost couldn't wait to pick up the phone, and said with a smile: "Where are you? Are you coming back soon ...

" Anna ."

His voice was cold and a little tired. "Something urgent happened at the company. I may not be able to go back tonight."

She was stunned, and the light in her eyes dimmed little by little.

"But... today is our anniversary."

There was silence for a few seconds on the other end of the phone, followed by a brief "sorry" and a continuous beeping sound.

Anna Collins held the phone in his hand for a long time without moving.