After love faded, she left forever (fixed translation chapter 7 to 11)
Chapter 7
“It’s nothing,” Anna murmured, her red-rimmed eyes staring out the window.
At the next moment, fireworks exploded across the night sky, dazzling and breathtaking.
Anna remembered what Isabella had said earlier—that Jonathan would set off fireworks all over the city for her that night.
Seeing Anna gazing at the fireworks in a daze, Jonathan’s eyes softened with affection. “Do you like watching these? I’ll prepare an even grander display for you, more magnificent than this one. How about that?”
He held her tightly in his arms, his voice tender as he tried to comfort her.
Anna smiled faintly, but her smile was bitter, tinged with unshed tears.
“Jonathan, I don’t like things that others have already used,” she said quietly.
“Whether it’s fireworks... or people.”
Jonathan froze. He assumed she was talking about the fireworks, but his heart still skipped a beat. A sudden unease settled over him.
After a moment of silence, he tightened his arms around her. “Then I’ll prepare other surprises for you. I won’t let you envy another woman.”
Anna remained silent, quietly gazing into the distance without responding.
For the next several days, Jonathan continued to act mysteriously, coming and going at odd hours. He was always busy, always secretive.
Even the servants noticed something was off. They joked cheerfully, “Madam, Mr. Jonathan must be preparing a big surprise for you!”
“Yes, Mr. Jonathan truly dotes on you,” another added. “First, he orders custom jewelry for you, and now he’s planning more surprises. It’s one thing after another!”
Anna listened expressionlessly, offering no response.
Then one day, Jonathan took her hand and smiled. “Anna, I’m taking you somewhere. You’ll love it.”
Just as Anna was about to leave with him, her phone vibrated.
It was a message from Isabella:
“Anna, who’s more important to him now? You or me?”
The next moment, Jonathan’s phone vibrated as well. Anna glanced at the screen and caught a glimpse of the message:
A photo of Isabella’s legs in black stockings, followed by a playful message:
“Don’t make me wait too long~”
Jonathan’s expression darkened, his throat bobbing as he swallowed hard.
After a few tense seconds, he put his phone away and said hurriedly, “Anna, something urgent has come up with a project. I have to handle it right away.”
“How about we see the surprise another time?”
Anna looked quietly into his eyes, her gaze steady and unreadable. Then she smiled—a small, enigmatic smile that made Jonathan feel uneasy.
Without saying a word, she stepped out of the car.
After a moment’s hesitation, Jonathan drove off, leaving her behind. He didn’t stop or look back.
Hours later, Anna received another message from Isabella.
It was a photo of a trash bin filled with torn condom wrappers.
“Anna, you’ve lost again. You said I was still pregnant, but look how impatient he is. Just how much does he love me?”
The smugness in Isabella’s tone was unmistakable. Anna stared at the picture, her expression unreadable.
But she didn’t respond. She had already made up her mind to leave. These messages, these provocations—they no longer had the power to hurt her.
In the days that followed, Jonathan didn’t return home.
Anna didn’t ask about him.
But Isabella’s messages never stopped.
Sometimes it was photos of freshly cut fruit. Other times, it was pictures of luxury goods, or meals Jonathan had cooked for her.
Each message was designed to flaunt Jonathan’s love and devotion to Isabella.
Anna never replied.
Instead, she busied herself clearing out every trace of herself from the house. She packed her belongings meticulously, erasing her presence piece by piece.
If she was going to disappear, she would disappear completely.
Chapter 8
On the first day, when Isabella sent a photo of Jonathan peeling shrimp for her, Anna prepared a brazier in the backyard and burned every photo she had with him.
On the second day, when Isabella sent a picture of a cherry tree Jonathan had personally planted for her, Anna had workers come to the villa’s backyard and tear down the cherry tree that once bloomed with memories.
On the third day, when Isabella shared a collection of Jonathan’s romantic confessions from her live stream, Anna took out the hundreds of love letters Jonathan had written her in the past.
The letters had yellowed with time, but his handwriting was still clear and familiar.
She ran her fingers over the words, allowing herself a moment of nostalgia. Then, without hesitation or pity, she fed them into the shredder one by one.
On the morning of the day she planned to leave, Anna opened her eyes to see Jonathan, who had been absent for days, standing by her bed.
He held her phone in his hand, his expression darkened slightly.
“Anna, I just got a message on your phone saying your account has been successfully canceled. What were you canceling?”
Anna’s heart skipped a beat.
She quickly grabbed her phone and unlocked the screen, her eyes scanning the message.
It was confirmation of her identity cancellation.
Thankfully, her phone was password-protected, and Jonathan had only seen a few words of the notification.
Anna sighed with relief and replied casually, “It’s nothing. One of my social media accounts was hacked, so I deactivated it. Just being cautious.”
Jonathan seemed to relax at her explanation. His tense demeanor softened, and he pulled her into his arms, a playful smile on his face.
“Honey, guess what I bought for you today?”
Anna hesitated for a moment before responding softly, “The little cakes from the east side of the city.”
His eyes widened in surprise. “How did you know?”
How could she not know?
Back when they were dating, whenever Jonathan made her angry, he would run all the way to the east side of the city to buy those cakes.
The sweet scent would immediately soften her heart.
She didn’t care about grand apologies or expensive gifts—just the taste of those cakes was enough.
At that time, he had laughed and said, “My Anna is so easy to please!”
But now, those words no longer brought warmth to her heart.
Chapter 9
She would lightly poke his forehead a few times and say, “It’s not that I’m easy to please. I just love you. And I’ll forgive you no matter what you do.
“But the day I stop loving you? Even if you kneel in front of me, it won’t matter.”
Those words, once playful, now haunted him as the memories drifted by.
Jonathan pulled out a box containing the little cakes and smiled affectionately. “As expected, I can never hide anything from you.”
Anna smiled faintly in return, her tone unreadable. “Yes, you can’t hide anything from me.”
For some reason, Jonathan’s heart skipped a beat. “Anna—” he began.
But Anna didn’t respond. She got out of bed and went to the bathroom to freshen up.
When she came out, she saw Jonathan hastily leaving the house.
She remained silent for a moment before following him out.
As she reached the door, she froze at the sight of Isabella standing not far away.
How bold had she become to show up at their villa?
It wasn’t just Anna who was shocked—Jonathan was visibly shaken.
He quickly strode over to Isabella, his expression dark, grabbing her arm. “Have you lost your mind? Why are you here? I told you, under no circumstances are you allowed to show up here!”
Isabella trembled at his tone, her eyes turning red with feigned grievance. She clutched her clothes pitifully. “Jonathan, it’s not just about me anymore—it’s about the baby too.”
As she spoke, she grabbed his hand and placed it over her small belly.
Jonathan yanked his hand back coldly. “Stop messing around. I’ll have my assistant take you home in a few days. I’ll come and spend time with you and the baby.”
Isabella’s tears welled up, and she clung to him, her voice laced with desperation. “No, I don’t want your assistant. I want you to stay with me!”
She stood on tiptoe, pulling at his collar and trying to kiss him.
Jonathan furrowed his brows, ready to push her away. But after a few moments of her persistence, he suddenly pulled her into a tight embrace.
There in the garden, the kiss deepened.
As his hands slipped under her clothes, it was clear things were escalating. But he abruptly pushed her away. “You need to leave.”
Isabella, her eyes glistening with tears, leaned against him and whispered something in his ear.
Jonathan’s expression shifted slightly.
Finally, he sighed. “Alright, I’ll stay with you today. Get in the car, I’ll come over later.”
Isabella beamed with triumph, caressing her belly as she got into the car.
When Jonathan turned back toward the house, he froze.
Anna had turned away and gone back inside.
A short while later, Jonathan entered the villa, his tone carefully soft. “Anna, I wanted to spend the day with you, but I just got a call from work. There’s an urgent issue, and I have to go out. Wait for me, okay? Once I’m done, I’ll spend the rest of the day with you.”
He waited anxiously for her response.
Anna looked up at him, her gaze piercing.
That one look stopped him in his tracks.
When had her eyes lost their light?
Jonathan swallowed hard, his throat tightening. “Anna—”
Before he could say more, Anna spoke, her voice soft but distant. “Go ahead. Tend to your work.”
Hours later, he returned.
“Anna, I’m back. Sorry for the delay,” he called out, but his voice trailed off.
Something was off.
The villa was eerily quiet. Anna was nowhere to be found.
In the trash bin, the box of cakes sat untouched.
A wave of panic surged through him as he frantically searched the living room.
“Anna?” he called, again and again.
The impossible thought began to form in his mind.
Had Anna left him?
“Anna, are you joking? Come out. Let’s open those gifts from a few weeks ago,” he pleaded.
He rushed through the house, his desperation growing.
Then he noticed—things were missing.
Their photos, all of them, were gone.
Even their wedding pictures had disappeared.
Jonathan’s world began to crumble.
Without thinking, he bolted to the backyard.
The spot where the cherry tree once stood was now barren ground.
A housekeeper was planting flowers to fill the empty space.
“Who told you to plant flowers here?” Jonathan snapped, his voice trembling.
The housekeeper hesitated, confused.
“Where’s the cherry tree?” he demanded.
“Mr. Jonathan, three days ago, Mrs. Anna ordered the tree removed and burned. Since you always spoil her, we just followed her instructions,” the housekeeper replied nervously.
Jonathan stumbled back as if struck by lightning. His legs nearly gave out beneath him.
“Burned?” he whispered.
The cherry tree—gone, just like Anna.
Chapter 10
“Anna loved me so much; how could she abandon me?” Jonathan muttered, clutching the box Anna had left for him. His voice trembled as he spoke, as if saying it aloud would make it true.
Jonathan gritted his teeth, refusing to accept the reality staring him in the face.
He called all the servants to the villa’s main hall and interrogated each one.
“Who touched the box on my desk?”
“Mr. Jonathan,” one servant said nervously, “we’re only responsible for cleaning. We don’t touch anything personal unless you or Mrs. Anna tell us to.”
Another added, “Yes, sir. If you don’t believe us, you can check the surveillance in the study. That will show the truth.”
One by one, the servants insisted they hadn’t touched the box.
Still, Jonathan refused to relent. His voice grew sharper as he questioned them further, demanding answers that didn’t exist.
Finally, he stormed into the study to review the surveillance footage.
The footage played at a faster speed as Jonathan watched intently.
Then, there it was.
Anna, calmly walking into the study two weeks ago, placing the box on his desk, and leaving without a glance back.
Jonathan stared at the screen in silence.
How could he not have known?
The box in his hands was clearly the same one Anna had left for him. He’d been denying it all along, desperately clinging to the hope that there was another explanation.
Thirty minutes passed, but to Jonathan, it felt like an eternity.
His repeated questions to the servants, his frantic denial—it had all been him hoping for a miracle. Something, anything, that would prove, Anna didn’t really want to leave me.
But the truth was merciless.
Jonathan rewound the footage, watching over and over as Anna signed the divorce agreement with unyielding determination.
She had made up her mind. She was leaving him.
Yet, why?
The memories of their recent days together flooded his mind, every detail playing in an endless loop. The way she had grown quieter, the distant look in her eyes, her faint, brittle smiles—each moment he had dismissed as trivial now revealed the truth.
Jonathan’s heart clenched as he realized what he had failed to see.
She had been letting go, piece by piece.
And he had been too blind to notice.
Chapter 11
Anna had already discovered his betrayal.
Jonathan sat frozen, the realization crashing over him like a tidal wave.
He had always believed he was careful, managing both Anna and Isabella without raising suspicions. He thought he had perfected the art of deception, compartmentalizing his life so neither woman would ever know about the other.
But Anna had known.
She’d known and stayed silent. She hadn’t screamed, fought, or begged. Instead, she’d made her decision with chilling resolve.
“How could she be so heartless?” Jonathan whispered to himself, his voice hoarse. “To leave me, just like that?”
His vision blurred as he stumbled back into his chair. The walls of the villa, once so warm and familiar, now seemed cold and suffocating.
Then, a memory surfaced, sharp and clear.
It was the day Anna had agreed to marry him. She had looked at him with those unwavering eyes and said:
“I’ll try my best to be a good wife, but I will never tolerate lies. If you deceive me, I’ll disappear from your life forever.”
At the time, Jonathan had been confident, almost smug. He had sworn to himself he’d never hurt her.
He loved her too much—so much that the thought of losing her was unimaginable. Back then, he would have gladly laid his soul bare for her.
But now?
When had things started to unravel?
Was it the subtle instigations from his so-called friends, who joked about how “every man needs variety”?
Was it the monotony of married life, where the initial spark had faded into routine?
Or was it Isabella herself—the way she threw herself at him, whispering sweet nothings and playing to his ego?
Little by little, he had strayed. What had started as innocent flirtation had snowballed into something he couldn’t control.
Jonathan had been foolish, believing he could have it all.
Anna’s love.
Isabella’s excitement.
And the illusion of his perfect life.
He had never thought the day would come when his lies would catch up to him.
But now, sitting in the hollow silence of the villa, Jonathan realized he hadn’t just lost Anna.
He had lost himself.