Chapter 13

“Anna, I haven’t signed the papers yet. Until I do, we’re not divorced. We’re still married, and I will find you.” Jonathan’s eyes darkened with determination as he spoke intensely.

He couldn’t… (The sentence is incomplete and needs context to be corrected.)

She was meant to be his, and he would admit his mistakes, but he would never accept Anna leaving him. With trembling hands, Jonathan carefully locked the divorce papers away.

Fortunately, he still had her photos on his phone, which could temporarily ease his longing for her. He searched his house, hoping to find anything that reminded him of Anna. But she had been thorough. She had destroyed everything in the house that was related to her. Objects were either sold or thrown away. Even the furniture had been completely removed. And everything else was gone without a trace.

At that moment, Isabella’s call came through.

“Jonathan, I saw an online auction for AVANNA, Mex… Jonathan… she…”

Jonathan’s heart skipped a beat, and he quickly hung up the phone, cutting her off before she could say more.

“Daniel, check if AYANNA has been auctioned again. If it has, no matter the cost, buy it back for me.”

A long while passed before Daniel called back, hesitating, unsure whether to speak.

“Well, Mr. Jonathan, AVANNA was bought by a collector. We were too…”

The phone Jonathan had been holding slipped from his hand and crashed to the floor, the screen shattering instantly.

“A slight delay, so why had this happened?”

AVANNA symbolized his feelings for her. She had sold it once—how could she bear to sell it again? Did she mean nothing to her?

His eyes dropped, filled with sorrow and despair. Now even AYANNA belonged to someone else. What about her? Was she going to belong to someone else, too?

Jonathan could barely bring himself to consider that possibility. From the moment he first saw Anna, he knew she was the one. He wanted to be with her for the rest of his life. He had imagined countless futures with her, all ending in happiness.

He hated himself, and he hated Isabella even more. If it hadn’t been for Isabella, would everything have been different?

Jonathan stood alone in the empty house, surrounded by loneliness and despair. He carefully retrieved a small cake from the trash—crumpled, cold, and stale; it had long lost its original sweetness. But he treasured it dearly because it was her favorite. She hadn’t even taken a bite.

Then, Jonathan suddenly found Anna’s SIM card in the trash. He quickly cleaned it off and inserted it into his phone. It was as though, by doing so, she was still with him, able to talk to him. His phone rang with a call from a familiar number.

“Anna, Jonathan loves me the most. Do you really think selling AYANNA will make him come back to you? You know, today we were still tangled up in this very bad situation!”

A photo message appeared on Jonathan’s screen. He was so furious, his vision blurred—it was almost suffocating. Jonathan’s anger was old and sharp, his sorrow overwhelming.

“Isabella, I remember warning you that Anna couldn’t be kept in the dark about you and me…”

The passage still contains some inconsistencies and unclear phrasing. For example, "He couldn’t…" needs completion. There are also some unusual word choices ("decibely," "wing trolw," "trended himmel," "crol," "thepin," "beltesheeould," "hackforme," "salona," "rosethetic," "happtrance," "tangkad") that need to be replaced with standard English equivalents. The final sentence is grammatically incomplete. More careful editing is required for complete clarity.