Chapter 18
Jonathan slightly lifted his gaze.
For a moment, he truly thought it was Anna standing in front of him.
“Anna! You’re back! You’re finally back! I’ve been looking for you for so long, I searched all over the city and couldn’t find you…”
He immediately pulled the girl into his arms. A few warm tears fell onto her clothes, causing
her to shiver.
But in the next instant, he snapped back to reality and realized something was wrong.
Her scent was nothing like Anna’s.
She wasn’t his Anna!
Jonathan pushed the girl away with a forceful shove, pinning her to the table. His large hand tightened, almost choking her face, turning it red, her eyes rolling back as she gasped for air.
The girl struggled relentlessly, trying to push Jonathan’s iron grip away.
“Jonathan! Stop! You’re going to kill her!”
Several of his brothers quickly grabbed his arms, trying to stop his furious actions.
Only then did he slowly come to his senses, withdrawing his hand with disgust. He cast a cold, sweeping glance over everyone present, taking note of who they were.
“I think I warned you all before, but some couldn’t hold back. Fine, from now on, we’re no longer friends.”
“From now on, we’ll only be opponents, not friends!”
“If it weren’t for you guys, maybe I wouldn’t have done something to hurt Anna.”
Jonathan mercilessly threw down these words, chilling the hearts of everyone present.
In the city, the Texas family was at the top, with Jonathan at the helm. Who could afford to offend him?
Everyone exchanged nervous glances, each one growing more uneasy.
One man, furious, slapped himself across the face, wishing he had never done such foolish things.
One by one, the men slapped themselves, each in regret so deep they could hardly stand it.
If only they had said nothing, done nothing, and just kept Jonathan company as he drank away his sorrow. Maybe things wouldn’t have turned out like this.
Chapter 18
If they hadn’t pushed Jonathan to find another woman, perhaps none of this would have happened.
But sadly, there were no “if” in life.
Jonathan, drunk and heavy–hearted, returned to his cold home.
The photos Anna had disposed of–some of them still had backups. He printed them out and placed them back where they used to be.
Some didn’t even have backups, and were lost forever.
He had tried so hard to bring the house back to its former state, but it still felt different.
Without Anna, the house had lost all its life.
Standing by the window, Jonathan realized that from this angle, he could see everything in the little garden clearly.
So, on the day she left, she had witnessed him kissing Isabella with her own eyes.
His heart twisted painfully, and he pressed his hand tightly against his chest, gasping for
breath.
The pain, however, only made him more awake, more aware of what he had done.
“Assistant Daniel, any news on Anna?”
“…Sorry, President Jonathan, there’s nothing yet.”
Jonathan hung up the phone. The result was still the same.
Over the past few days, he had sent out many people to investigate Anna’s whereabouts.
But she had canceled her identity information. Even when she went to the airport that day, she used temporary identification.
She had also bought several tickets to different corners of the world.
Though the Texas family was vast and powerful, their influence overseas was weak, and finding Anna was as difficult as climbing to the heavens.
Her identity had been canceled, which was as good as erasing her existence from the world. That meant their marriage no longer counted.
