---- Chapter 11 All Jenna felt when she woke up was a terrible headache. The doctor stood by the bed, recording the data on the machine. When she woke up, he immediately asked, " How do you feel? Do you feel any discomfort?" Jenna did not respond immediately. Instead, she asked the doctor for her phone and tapped on the notification to find the chat box with Luna. As expected, Luna still had not given up showing off her achievements. Jenna stared at the photos and covered her heart. However, as time passed, she felt nothing-not even a trace of heartache. Love was magical. It was the most perfect filter in the world. She used to love Matthew, and the sight of intimate photos of him and Luna had hurt her so much that it made her breathless. However, now that she was looking at the photos after the filter had shattered ---- along with her love, she only found the man in them disgusting. It was the kind of disgust that made her physically nauseous just looking at him. She was now convinced that she did not love Matthew anymore. The emotion transplant was a success. Jenna rushed to the airport after leaving the research institute. The morning glow spread from the horizon, painting the clouds gold. She was heading to another place to start a new life. Matthew finally arrived home after speeding recklessly. "Jenna, I'm home," Matthew yelled her name and hurried across the yard into the living room. "Is Mrs. Simmons not up yet?" he asked eagerly as the maid came out to welcome him. The maid who took his coat was shocked. "Isn't Mrs. Simmons with you?" Matthew stopped abruptly. "What did you say?" ---- "Mrs. Simmons went out for shopping and tea yesterday. When the driver was about to pick her up in the evening, Mrs. Simmons said there was no need to go because she and you would be spending the night outside and would not be back." The maid became increasingly frightened as she spoke. Even her voice began to tremble. Matthew suddenly stepped forward and grabbed the maid's clothes. "What else did she say? Explain to me without sparing a word." The maid paled with fear. '"T-That's all Mrs. Simmons said." Matthew suddenly loosened his grip and shoved the maid aside before hurrying upstairs to the master bedroom. The door was shut, and he did not dare to push it open. His hands were shaking violently when. he finally mustered up the courage to push the door open. Everything in the bedroom remained the same, but all of Jenna's things were gone-including all their matching items. The entire bedroom was empty as if