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.
