Chapter 8
On the first day, when Isabella sent a photo of Jonathan peeling shrimp for her, Anna prepared a brazier and burned every photo she had with Jonathan.
On the second day, when Isabella sent a photo of Jonathan kissing her under a sycamore tree, Anna had workers come to the villa’s backyard and tear down the cherry tree that Jonathan had personally planted.
On the third day, when Isabella sent a collection of Jonathan’s confession quotes 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 the handwriting was still clear.
She ran her fingers over the words, then, without a shred of pity, she fed them one by one into the shredder.
...
On the morning of the day she was leaving.
Anna had just opened her eyes when she saw Jonathan, who had been absent for a long time, standing by her bed.
He held her phone in his hand. When he saw she had woken up, his expression darkened slightly.
“Anna, I jus

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