She would poke his forehead lightly, a few taps, and say, "It's not that I'm hard to please; I still love you, and I'll always be there, no matter what you do. And if one day I don't love you anymore, even if you poured your heart out in front of me, it won't matter."

As those memories drifted by, Jonathan pulled out a box containing the face cakes and smiled affectionately. "As expected, you'll never hide anything from me."

At his words, Anna smiled and replied, "Yes, you can't hide anything from me."

For some reason, Jonathan's heart skipped a beat, and he murmured, "Anna."

Anna didn't respond. She got out of bed and went to the bathroom. When she came out, she saw Jonathan hastily leaving the house. She remained silent for two seconds before following him out. However, when she reached the door, she froze when she saw Isabella standing not far away. How bold! She had found her way into the villa!

Jonathan, surprised, was clearly more shaken than Anna. He quickly walked over to Isabella, his face dark, grabbing her hand. "Have you lost your mind? What are you doing here? I told you, when I'm not around, you're not allowed to show up!"

Upon hearing him shout, Isabella trembled, her eyes turning red with tears. She reached for her clothes, pouring out, "Don't be angry with me for a second! And neither can the baby." As she spoke, she grabbed his hand and placed it on her small belly.

Jonathan coldly pulled his hand back. "Stop messing around. I'll have my assistant take you home in a few days. I won't come and spend time with you and the baby."

Isabella started to cry. She grabbed his hand, acting spoiled, "No, I don't want to go with the assistant! I want you to stay with me!!" She stood on tiptoe, pulling at Jonathan's tie and trying to kiss him.

Jonathan furrowed his brows, about to push her away, but after a few seconds of her insistence, he suddenly pulled her into a tight kiss. They stood there in the garden, the kiss deepening. When his fingers slipped under her clothes, it was clear things were about to escalate. He quickly pulled back, shoving her away. "You need to leave."

Isabella, glistening with tears, leaned against him, whispering something in his ear. Jonathan's expression shifted slightly. Finally, he sighed. "Okay, I'll stay with you today. Get in the car; come over to my place."

Isabella beamed, untied her dress and eased her belly as she got into the car.

As Jonathan turned to leave, Anna suddenly turned away. A short while later, Jonathan entered the house, the first words out of his mouth being: "Anna, I wanted to spend the day with you, but I just got a call from work. There's an urgent issue; I have to go out. You stay home and wait for me. Once I'm done, I'll stay with you for the rest of the day, okay?"

He anxiously awaited her response, but Anna only looked up at him once. That one look stopped him in his tracks. What happened? When had Anna's eyes lost their light? His throat tightened as he subconsciously whispered her name, "Anna."

Before he could say anything more, Anna spoke up. She smiled falsely, her voice soft, "Go ahead. Take care of your work." Her tone was as gentle as always, with no trace of abnormality. Eventually, Jonathan relaxed. He no longer thought about it, ran his fingers through her hair, and turned to leave.

Soon, the sound of the car's engine roared outside, then grew fainter, eventually disappearing entirely. Anna's smile completely vanished. Two lines of tears traced down her face. She quietly wiped them away, then threw the little cakes from the table into the trash. Afterward, she entered her room, took out the suitcase she had already packed, and left. She then sent Jonathan her final message: "It's been half a month. You can see the wedding anniversary gift I sent you now."

The reply came almost instantly: "Honey, I'll be back soon, and we'll look at it together."

Anna smiled. "Together? Jan, it's only you. From now on, it will only be you." Finally, she grabbed her luggage and left the house. Outside, the morning sun was bright, the time of day full of promise. From now on, no one would find Anna at the house.

Anna, holding her passport, hurried to the airport. The moment the plane took off, everything was in the past. After landing in France, she took on a new identity as the owner of a seaside house.

Meanwhile, Jonathan was nearly losing his mind. After dropping Isabella off at home, she still wouldn't let go of him. "Jonathan, since you're already here, why don't you come upstairs and take a look?" she said, tracing circles on his palm with a flirtatious smile.

Jonathan hesitated, feeling an inexplicable sense of pain. "I can't right now. Go upstairs and go home. I still need to go back and be with Anna," he said, gently pushing Isabella's hand away, remembering the promise he made to Anna. It had been a long time since he had properly spent time with her; otherwise, she'd get upset. Thinking of this, Jonathan's lips curled into a slight, contented smile.

But Isabella wasn't done. She wrapped her arms around his waist, holding him tightly. "Jonathan, didn't you want to see me wear that outfit? You've already brought me home. If you don't look now, I won't wear it next time!" she teased, her hands reaching under his shirt.

Jonathan's expression grew colder. "No, I promised Anna," he said firmly. But after several more advances from Isabella, he finally gave in.

A few hours later, he straightened his clothes, making sure there were no wrinkles before heading home. "Anna, I'm back. Sorry for the delay," he began, but his words trailed off as soon as he entered the home. Something was wrong.

The villa was eerily quiet. Anna wasn't anywhere to be seen. The small cakes in the trash bin were perfectly intact, as if they had never been touched. A wave of panic surged through Jonathan as he instinctively started searching the living room. It was as if he was waiting for Anna to suddenly appear in front of him. "Anna," he called her name again and again, but the panic in his chest kept growing. An impossible thought slowly began to take shape in his mind. Had Anna left him?

"Anna, are you joking with me? Come out; let's open the gifts from half a month ago! We planned this," Jonathan pleaded. "I'm sorry for this morning; I was busy with work. Please forgive me," he continued, his steps hurried as he looked around, hoping to find Anna hiding somewhere.

It was then that he noticed something that made his heart skip a beat—things in the villa seemed to be missing. Where were their photos? All of them, gone. Even their wedding pictures were nowhere to be found. Jonathan felt his sanity slipping. He couldn't believe his eyes. All their photos were gone.

Without thinking, he rushed to the backyard of the villa. The spot where the cherry tree had once stood was now just flat ground. There was no sign of the tree ever having been there. The housekeeper was planting flowers and plants on the bare land, filling in the empty space.

"Who told you to plant flowers here? Who ordered the cherry tree to be removed?" Jonathan snapped, his voice tinged with an underlying tension.

The housekeeper, confused, answered nervously, "Mr. Jonathan, three days ago, Mrs. Anna said she wanted to remove the cherry tree and have it burned. Since you always spoil her, we just followed her orders." The housekeepers exchanged uneasy glances, feeling the tension in the air.

"What? Burned it?" Jonathan stepped back, as if struck by lightning. His legs nearly gave out beneath him.