Connor's missing first love was found.

When he received the police call, he lost his composure and rushed out of the office, forgetting to grab his jacket from the chair.

The business partners he was discussing a new collaboration with were stunned, all of them unconsciously looking at Anne.

"It's fine, continue," Anne withdrew her gaze from following Connor, offering a poised smile as she smoothly took over his unfinished words. "Regarding the investment in the new project..."

An hour later, Anne personally saw off the business partners.

She returned to her office, picked up her phone, and saw that there were no messages from Connor.

Anne called Connor. After a few rings, the call was answered, but it was a girl's voice on the other end.

Connor Biddle's long-lost first love had been found.

When he received the call from the police, he rushed out of the office in a panic, leaving his jacket draped over the chair.

The business partners discussing a new collaboration froze in surprise, turning unanimously toward Anne Maddison.

"It's fine, let's continue," said Anne, retracting her gaze from Connor's disappearing figure. She offered a poised smile and seamlessly picked up where Connor had left off. "Now, about the investment for the new project..."

An hour later, Anne personally saw the partners off.

Returning to the office, she picked up her phone to check it, but there was no message from Connor.

Anne called him. The phone rang a few times before a girl's voice answered.

"Hello?"

"Where's Connor?" asked Anne after a pause.

"He's in the kitchen, cooking," the girl replied, sounding slightly flustered.

Anne's grip on the phone tightened involuntarily, and suspicion began to rise in her mind. The next moment, Connor's cold voice came through.

"What is it?"

Anne's eyes stung as she struggled to keep her emotions in check. "Don't you think you owe me an explanation?" she asked.

In their three years of marriage, Connor had never cooked for her.

She had always known he could cook. He had learned specifically for Felicia Yule when they were together.

He knew perfectly well what she was asking, but Connor replied icily, "I'll explain everything to the business partners myself."

Anne opened her mouth to speak several times but could not get any words out. As the evening sky darkened, she stood by the window, her eyes reddening.

This afternoon, faced with the pitying and amused looks from the business partners after Connor's abrupt departure, she had excused him, thinking there might be something genuinely important. She had not expected that 'important thing' to be meeting Felicia.

Silence stretched over the line before Felicia's soft voice could be faintly heard, "Connor, who is it?"

"An employee," Connor replied.

Hearing his answer, Anne could not hold back her tears any longer.

She could hear the two of them whispering in low voices, the phone muffled so their words were indistinct.

Just as she was about to hang up, Connor spoke again, his tone slightly softer, "Anne, Felicia has amnesia. The doctor said she can't handle any emotional stress right now."

He paused briefly, hesitating over how to explain that Felicia still believed they had not broken up.

Looking back, he saw Felicia sitting on the couch, clutching a throw pillow so tightly that her fingers had sunk into it. Her once-lively eyes held a cautious vulnerability.

Feeling a pang in his heart, Connor turned away and calmly informed Anne, "She doesn't remember anything from the past three years. Whenever we bring it up, she gets debilitating headaches. She relies on me a lot right now, so I haven't told her that I'm married."

Connor let out a long sigh, the weight on his heart easing.

If Felicia had not disappeared three years ago, Anne would never have become his wife. He had already given her the title of Mrs. Biddle.

However, after Felicia was found, he felt responsible for taking care of her until her memory returned.

Anne listened quietly, neither arguing nor crying. The taut string in her heart finally snapped.

"When do you plan on telling her?" asked Anne calmly. "So now I can't even go back to my own home, is that it?"

Connor had prepared himself for a confrontation. Having grown up with Anne, he knew her temperament well. As kids, when playing house, if he played with another girl, Anne would tug at his hair and call him a traitor.

They had been inseparable from kindergarten through high school. Back then, Connor had thought his future wife would surely be Anne.

However, they parted ways on bad terms after they got into university.

In university, Connor met Felicia, who confessed to him at their first meeting. The seemingly delicate girl was relentless in her pursuit, showing up at every game to bring him water.

Once, Connor deliberately teased her by accepting water from someone else. Her bright eyes instantly reddened as though deeply wronged, yet she stubbornly took the water from his hand and replaced it with the one she had bought.

Season after season, Felicia persisted for a year. One winter, when Connor said he was hungry, she pulled a still-warm bun from her coat pocket and handed it to him with a smile. "Luckily, it's still warm."

At that moment, Connor's heart softened completely. He pulled her into an embrace. "Let's be together."

When he announced their relationship on social media, Anne did not react.

That same day, a six-month-long experiment Anne had been working on failed. She had not missed the post. In fact, she looked at it dozens of times before forcing herself to close the app. It took two bottles of alcohol for her to fall asleep.

Their friends all lamented their missed connection.

The once-proud Anne had stumbled only twice in her life. Both times over Connor.

However, Felicia's reappearance made Anne realize something. Some battles are destined to have no victory.

Listening to Anne's choked question, Connor found himself momentarily speechless.

Felicia, noticing he was still on the phone, walked up behind him and wrapped her arms around him. "Are you done? I'm hungry."

He instinctively ended the call with Anne.

Staring at the darkened screen of his phone, Connor hesitated for only a moment before pulling down Felicia's hands to hold them. "I'm done," he said.

The dishes he prepared were all Felicia's favorites. Connor watched her eat with a smile, glancing at the clock out of the corner of his eye.

It was nearly ten o'clock at night.

The entrance remained quiet.

At that moment, Anne's car had pulled into the neighborhood, but she sat there, unmoving.

Even though she was Connor's wife, she felt like a thief spying on someone else's happiness.

When she was abroad, she did not actively seek out news about Connor, yet friends would still update her.

Connor had brought Felicia into their social circle. Because of Anne's presence, no one had been willing to interact with Felicia at their first meeting. It was said that Connor smashed a wine bottle in front of everyone to defend her.

Anne had smiled bitterly when she heard this. Connor had always been like that. When he loved someone, he wanted the whole world to know.

In high school, dating was forbidden, so Connor and Anne never officially got together.

There were always admirers confessing to Anne. Once, a boy accidentally brushed her hand, and Connor, upon seeing it, broke that boy's hand.

When he was forced to publicly apologize in front of the entire school, he was utterly defiant. "Anne is mine. We'll be together after we get into university. Anyone who dares to confess to her again will get the same treatment."

Later, Connor's parents had to visit the school and make a donation to avoid him being disciplined.

The two had agreed to go abroad together, but when Connor failed his tests, he backed out and asked Anne to stay for him.

However, going abroad had always been Anne's dream. She was firm in her decision, refusing to change her mind no matter what Connor said.

On the day of Anne's coming-of-age celebration, Connor cornered her in her room.

It was both of their first kisses, yet it was rough and biting. Connor even broke the skin on her lips, his eyes red as he questioned, "You won't even let me touch you, Anne. Did you never plan to be with me in the first place?"

She furiously responded with a slap. Her hands trembled from the force.

Connor stared at her for a long time before turning and leaving with a cold expression.

Anne cried alone for a long time before fixing her dress and going downstairs.

Her mother noticed the mark on her lip, hesitated to speak, and finally just patted her head. "Anne, no matter what you do, your dad and I will always support you."

Years later, the Biddle family faced financial trouble.

Connor called Anne after years of no contact. At first, neither of them spoke.

"Do you need something?" Anne finally broke the silence.

Connor's voice was hoarse. "Anne, if you're going to marry for convenience, would you consider me?"

"You broke up?" blurted Anne.

"Mm." It was a long time before she received Connor's soft reply.

After the wedding, Anne learned the truth.

Connor had taken Felicia on a sea voyage. As the boat neared the shore, she had fallen overboard. Connor immediately jumped in to save her.

The crew, worried for Connor's safety, followed him into the water. He was rescued, but Felicia was never found. Not even her body.

For three years, everyone assumed she had died.

She was finally back, with her memory frozen three years in the past.

Anne sat in the car for a long time, staring at the brightly lit villa from a distance.

She and Connor both preferred dim lighting. The one who liked brightness was Felicia.

Connor had brought her back to their home.

Pain spread through Anne's heart like tiny needles. Just as she was about to get out of the car, the phone in the passenger seat started ringing.

"Where are you?"

Anne did not respond, and the cool breeze poured in through the slightly open car door.

Even such a small sound was caught by Connor. His voice, laced with certainty, asked, "Did you go home?"

He immediately added, "Don't come in, wait outside for me."

Just through the phone, Anne could even tell that Connor was putting on his coat. His footsteps were hurried, but it seemed he was trying to stop her from entering, afraid that Anne would frighten Felicia.

Connor left the villa, and only when he reached the corner did he spot Anne's car.

Hearing the footsteps, Anne looked over at him. Her gaze was filled with disappointment, but more than that, it was calm.

Connor's temples throbbed painfully twice. That look in her eyes was exactly the same as the one she had given him the night he forcefully kissed her after her coming-of-age ceremony.

"I'll take her away tomorrow," said Connor, pulling open the car door. In a tone that suggested negotiation, he asked, "Can you stay somewhere else tonight?"

Anne gripped her phone tightly. "When are you going to tell her that you're already married?"

Connor instinctively wanted to avoid answering, but he bent down and single-handedly moved Anne into the passenger seat, then took the driver's seat himself.

"I'll stay somewhere else with you."

The car drove all the way to the hotel.

Anne stared out the window, silent.

However, just before getting out of the car, she suddenly turned her head and spoke each word clearly, "Connor, if you won't say it, we'll divorce."

At the sound of the word 'divorce', Connor froze for a moment.

"Are you serious?"

Anne did not answer. Connor's vague attitude hurt her, and she feared that if she spoke, her tears would spill uncontrollably.

She got out of the car and ignored Connor behind her, only thinking of getting as far away from him as possible.

However, Connor quickly caught up and grabbed her hand. "Anne, in a while, when Felicia... When Felicia's condition stabilizes, I'll tell her."

Anne looked at the man in the elevator mirror. In his rush, he had not fastened the buttons on his shirt, leaving four or five undone and exposing a small patch of his body.

After three years of marriage, Connor had always kept his shirt buttons fully fastened in front of her. It was Anne who always initiated their once-a-week moment of intimacy.

She clenched her palm tightly. When the elevator doors opened, she jerked her hand out of Connor's grasp. "In a while, huh? If your girlfriend wants to kiss you and sleep with you, you wouldn't refuse, would you?"