Twisted Ties of Love
Chapter 306

Brett had to admit that it was not him losing her this time, but she didn't need him anymore.

She hadn't needed him for a long time, not since he hurt her over and over again, until finally... that woman who only had eyes for him didn't need him anymore.

It served him right. He brought it upon himself. Her love for him was stolen, taken by force. How could he enjoy all those good things that didn't belong to him without feeling guilty?

Every part of his body was in pain. He thought that Izabella's death had caused him the greatest pain, that his soul had dried up. But the fact was, pain was endless. It could make him hurt and even more. Sharp pains always came unexpectedly, arrogantly raging in his body, causing him to step back involuntarily.

"Brett, what you should find out the most is not how Izabella died, but who really saved you nine years ago. Do you want to know?" Nathaniel said.

"Enough! I don't want to know!" Brett said.

All those past experiences were so vivid in his mind that he had already come close to the truth from nine years ago. All he had to do was reach out and touch it, and it could also make him fall into a bottomless abyss.

One thing after another connected together; everything could be explained. Brett already had an accurate answer in his heart, just like peeling away layers of silk.

The words she said when he used Izabella to exchange for Kaley that year.

- "Brett, have you ever thought Kaley might be fooling you? A lot of people have pearl earrings like that."

- "If I told you I was the one who saved you, would you believe me?"

He had thought of these things even on the day of his engagement, but he did not dare to face them directly.

"You must know!" Nathaniel interrupted him, "Did you pull a pearl earring in the water that year? Do you know that because of your excessive force, it directly caused the other person's earlobe to tear and some stitches were needed?"

Brett's expression suddenly turned fearful, as if he had fallen into some kind of terrifying illusion.

Nathaniel looked at his face with amusement and spoke the long-buried truth, "Coincidentally, on the night of Christmas Eve nine years ago when you fell into the water and were hospitalized, Izabella was also transferred to the same hospital, her earlobe sewn with stitches.

In fact, if you had properly observed the earring you pulled off, you could see that there was blood on it. Even if you couldn't see the blood, you'd have discovered the flaws in the details if you looked closely, but you never did. You believed whatever Kaley told you.

Izabella had a scar on her earlobe, which even I, who only met her twice, knew about. And yet you, her husband of many years, did not know that.

Tell me, how much of a failure do you think you are, living your life like this? You occupied a position that didn't belong to you, and now you're getting your just deserts. Isn't it a frustrating feeling to be deceived?"

Brett looked like he was about to explode, his pupils quaking, and those beautiful eyes were about to fill with blood.

Brett thought to himself, "Stop it, stop saying it anymore... enough, I don't want to hear it!"

Those beautiful memories, which were supposed to stay in the deepest part of his memories, have now turned into something like a cruel slaughterhouse.

It was weird how his soul was so noisy, but his reality seemed to have lost its soul, leaving only a rigid body standing there.

But in fact, when people are at their most emotional, it was very difficult for their senses to react and show their pain.

He was like a drowning man, his body sinking heavily, unable even to call for help. There were hands pulling him down, trying to drag him into the mud.

Brett finally experienced the despair Izabella had felt all those years, and even then, it was not enough.

Nathaniel looked into Brett's eyes, his gaze full of pity and sarcasm, "The person you have loved for so many years betrayed you and deceived you; your subordinates refused to tell you the truth, letting you live in lies; and the person you've been cruel to all along was the one who saved you back then.

Brett, you're pathetic, laughable, and shameful. You lost a diamond, and took a bland for it instead. Her death is in retaliation for your misjudgment of character!"

Once, Brett was proud and conceited. He had the right to be, and everyone envied him.

God never said that people were born equal. There were many inequalities in this world, just like some people who were born superior to others and achieved heights that others may never reach in their lifetime.

Look, how enviable. They originally thought Brett would always be on top, smooth sailing, but they didn't think he would tumble so badly in his love life.

Brett felt his heart no longer beating, everything dead silent, as if torn to shreds by someone.

During the years he was married to Izabella in R City, he often saw Alan Salotti and Lucas scold her as the bringer of misfortune. He never stopped them and even thought Izabella deserved it.

But now, he realized he himself was the true bringer of misfortune. His parents died in a car accident to protect him, Cameron disappeared for more than ten years due to saving him, and he eventually died because Brett didn't answer those ten phone calls.

And Izabella, nine years ago, she jumped into the cold water to save him despite hating the cold and had her earlobe torn open because of him.

What did he do? Nathaniel was right; he was a selfish person, just trying to make up for Izabella when he was the one who owed her his life.

What a joke... Brett staggered backward, his eyes losing their luster.

It turned out that the initial surprise in the water was her; the one constantly appearing in his dreams was her; the one he was longing for was her; and the one he had been seeking but could never get for a lifetime was still her.

The person he always wanted was her and it had never changed. To satisfy his selfish desires, he "killed" Izabella.

Yes, Izabella didn't commit suicide; he killed her. He shouldn't have come here to accuse Patrick and Nathaniel, because he was the real killer!

Brett covered his stomach, his body in pain and leaning forward. In an instant, a mouthful of blood came out, his red lips stained with blood, dripping onto the floor.

Nathaniel watched Brett vomit blood, thinking that seeing him in pain would make him feel better, but it didn't.

He was like an outsider, watching Brett kneel down, clutching his stomach, blood flowing from his mouth. There was no satisfaction in revenge.

Nathaniel thought of the woman who died in the fire, and his heart got more and more bitter. He never lingered on a woman, not even giving her an extra glance.

But for some reason, he only met Izabella twice, but her figure always stuck in his mind, lingering in the deepest part of his memory. Just thinking about her tugged at his heartstrings, and it hurt. Izabella, was this the outcome you wanted to see?

"Totally serves you right." Nathaniel threw his cigarette into the trash can, sounding disdainful. "No good at all, just made a mess on the floor and now I have to bother cleaning it up."

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