Present day.
Henry stands by the window once more, looking at his watch and phone, but there's still no call from her. At midnight, he hears her car honking. He opens the door and steps outside, where he sees Anna getting out of the white Range Rover. Her hair is messy and tied up in a bun, and she is dressed in a pink two-piece skirt and top, along with a pair of stiletto heels. "Your phone is turned off," she says, waving her phone in front of him. "Yes, it is off," she replies while he stands right behind her. "Why did you send the driver away earlier, Anna? Come on, seriously?" He runs his hand through his hair. "Do I really have to explain where I've been?" Anna snaps at him and starts to walk away, but he bends down and wraps his arms around himself. "No, I'm sorry. I didn't realize I couldn't worry about you," he says with a shaky voice. She stops and looks back at him. "No, Henry, you don't have that right. Besides, you didn't marry me out of love. You married me just to show everyone that you can always get your way, didn't you?" Henry lifts his head and looks into her eyes, noticing her anger. "I'm sorry, Anna. I'm sorry for everything," he says. Tears stream down her face as she turns away from him. "Are you sorry that you don't love me? I don't want your pity, Henry." He gently holds her face in his hands.
"Why can't we be like other normal people? You told our therapist that you were ready to move on from the past. You said you would be honest about everything, but you haven't. It's been three months, Anna, and we're supposed to get divorced in the next three months."
"I don't care, Henry. What's the point of trying when we are getting divorced?"
He realizes he can't win this argument, so he stops talking. They sit in silence for a few seconds until he finally speaks up again. "Have you eaten?" His voice is gentle, and his eyes are red as she sits on the floor. "I haven't eaten; I'm really hungry. Steven always schedules meetings in the evening because he's trying to stay away from his wife." He holds her hands. "Come on, I made pasta. You must be really hungry," she says. She nods and asks, "Um— when did you get home, and how did you manage to cook after that meeting today?" He enters the living room, turns the lights back on, and she drops everything, including her jacket, onto the chair. They both enter the kitchen, and he dishes out a plate of pasta and shrimp for her. "Your mom called me," she says to him, but Henry just nods as he watches her eat while serving himself a plate as well. "Wait, you didn't eat earlier?" she asks. He shakes his head and places the plate on the table next to her. "Anna, you know I can't eat alone," she laughs. "Please tell me you don't still do that thing you did when we were kids?" He nods, causing her mouth to drop open. "You are so adorable," she says as she holds his face in her hands, and his eyes widen.
She holds his face in her hands, and he stares at her lips. "Do you really think so?" Anna asks, leaning in closer. "I don't just think so; I know so," he replies, quickly kissing her lips. She freezes, and her smile disappears. "Anna, I'm sorry. That was a mistake," he says, squeezing his eyes shut. He worries that he may have misunderstood the moment, making him feel uncomfortable. She gets up and carries her plate to the sink, and he follows closely behind her. An uncomfortable silence hangs in the air as she turns to face him. He doesn't seem to think the kiss was a mistake. She gathers her things and walks to her room. After locking the door, she puts her hand over her heart, which is pounding fast. "Oh Anna, what's wrong with you?" she whispers to herself. She tosses her purse onto the table and hurries to take a shower. The kiss keeps replaying in her mind. This isn't the first time Henry has kissed her, but it's the first one since their discussion in therapy about improving their marriage. They agreed that if things didn't get better, they would get a divorce by the end of the year. She slips into her shorts and a cute top while humming a tune. Suddenly, there's a knock at the door, making her heart race. Beth, the house cleaner, is gone, and Mike, the driver, must be asleep. This leaves her wondering why Henry would want to come to her room so late at night.
Anna opens the door and sees Henry standing outside. His eyes drop to her thighs before he looks up. "Anna, the kiss wasn't a mistake," he says as soon as the door swings open. She feels her face turn bright pink. She tries to hide her blush, but it's obvious. "Henry, please don't," she whispers, as that's all she can say. He steps into her room, his eyes taking in the surroundings. He walks over to her bed and sits down. "Listen, Anna, I tried to ignore it, but since we got married, things have changed between us. I can't pretend anymore; this isn't what I expected. What I'm really trying to say is that I'm falling for you, Anna." Anna feels frozen again. She tries to focus on counting numbers to calm her nerves, but she can't look away from him. "Henry, what do you want me to do?" she asks, but he takes her hands in his. "I know you love my brother, Anna. I'll manage my own feelings," he says while tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. She looks into his eyes, and he gazes back at her. He leans in for another kiss, and even though Anna tries to resist, the moment his lips touch hers, her will to fight disappears. She surrenders to the passionate feelings she has had since she took his name five years ago. Their kiss starts off closed-mouthed, but then his tongue gently enters her mouth, going almost an inch inside. Feeling extremely nervous, Anna shut her eyes. His lips on hers felt amazing, like experiencing heaven and being given a new life.