The candlelight flickered, and the red wine on the table reflected a bright light, but only her lonely figure was reflected.
Her heart felt hollowed out and she almost suffocated.
Just then, her best friend Yuanyuan called and asked her to help deliver her coat to the bar for an urgent matter.
Anna Collins agreed.
She wanted to go out for a walk, maybe it would make her feel better.
The lights in the bar were dazzling, the music blaring. Anna Collins squeezed through the crowd, clutching his jacket tightly in his hand.
She looked around for a while but couldn't find Yuanyuan. However, she saw a familiar figure deep in the crowd.
Tall, straight, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist , that's Ethan Grant .
She paused.
The person who said on the phone that he was working overtime at the company was actually in the bar at this moment.
What made her even more suffocated was that the figure was currently being held tightly by a woman.
The woman was wearing a burgundy dress, her eyes were red, and she was completely drunk and unconscious.
But even so, she still stubbornly put her arms around Ethan Grant 's waist, as if she wanted to embed him into her body.
Anna Collins 's heart trembled violently. She didn't need to go closer to clearly recognize the person , Clara .
Ethan Grant's face was grim, and his voice was filled with suppressed anger.
" Clara ! Stop it, let go!"
But no matter how many times he pushed her away, she still held on tightly, even harder.
Her eyes were blurred with tears, and she murmured vaguely: "Shi Ye, don't go... don't leave me..."
Ethan Grant 's expression changed from anger to helplessness, and finally to complete relaxation.
He no longer pushed away, but stood there stiffly, with his head lowered and an extremely complicated look in his eyes.
" Clara ..."
His voice was low and full of powerless surrender, "What exactly do you want me to do with you?"
At that moment, the love in his eyes was so clear that it was blinding.
Anna Collins 's hand loosened and the bag of his coat fell to the ground with a plop.
The surrounding noise suddenly became blurred, and all that remained in her ears was the dull pain of her heart.
Countless images flashed through my mind:
On a rainy day, he held an umbrella for her;
In the crowd, he took her hand;
At the graduation ceremony, he got down on one knee and proposed.
All these moments that she thought belonged to her collapsed at this moment.
It turned out that she had always been a substitute when Clara was absent.
It turned out that his tenderness towards her was just a fragment that was forced to be transferred.
No tears fell, she just stared at the scene blankly, but her heart seemed to be torn apart.
That night, Anna Collins finally understood clearly ,
Even though they had been married for three years, and even though she was Mrs. Zhou in name only, she had never truly owned Ethan Grant .
Not even a minute or a second.
Anna Collins did not move forward.
Her coat fell to the ground and she didn't even bend down to pick it up.
She felt like her legs were filled with lead and even her breathing became heavy.
The music in the bar was still deafening, and the lights flickered, shining on her face but unable to reveal any expression.
Her eyes were empty, as if she was looking at the couple hugging each other through a thick layer of glass.
Their world is passionate and lingering.
And she was just an unnecessary bystander.
Anna Collins turned around and walked out.
The laughter and noise of the crowd gradually faded away, and her pace quickened little by little, as if only by escaping could she maintain the last bit of dignity.
I pushed open the bar door and the rain poured down again.
A cool breeze mixed with rain blew in, hitting her face, chilling her to the bone.
Anna Collins did n't bring an umbrella.
She was too lazy to avoid it and just let the rain flow down her hair and eyelashes, soaking her skirt.
