Chapter 7

Bernard felt an inexplicable sense of dread. He pushed Kate away and rushed back to the villa.

Upon arrival, he found only an eerily quiet, deserted house.

His spirits plummeted as he desperately scoured every nook and cranny, becoming increasingly panicked with each moment.

All evidence of our shared memories had vanished—every photograph and keepsake completely erased.

In the most conspicuous location, there remained just a single box marked "Open in two weeks."

With shaking hands, he lifted the lid. Inside lay the divorce papers I had left, already bearing my signature.

Bernard felt as though he'd been cast into a desolate, icy landscape, the chill seeping into his very core.

Frantically, he dashed outside, hoping to discover any sign of my presence. But even the garden I had tenderly cultivated had been completely removed.

"This can't be happening! It's unthinkable! Jane would never abandon me!"