His plan from the start was to use her to make a name for himself, saying it was all for her, asking her if she was touched by his actions.
Izabella glanced at him and said nonchalantly, "Brett, do you think I should be touched?"
She couldn't help but snort with laughter after speaking, it was loud and clearly in the car.
Brett pursed his lips and leaned back in his chair. "You're no fun, why not think about the positives? Being too smart isn't always a good thing. Ignorance is bliss. Sometimes it's okay to lie to yourself."
As expected, Brett's plan was nothing but to use her. Izabella was reminded of the scene outside their door when facing reporters.
Brett's lies, although she knew they were false from the start, she could not control her heart. It's like all the tenderness in the world has melted into her blood. But that was in the past.
Unfortunately, she was too smart and clear-headed now, she couldn't deceive herself anymore. Izabella felt bitter.
Looking back on their four years of marriage with Brett, she loved him with no dignity even though she knew he was using her. She had deceived herself out of self-pity.
She was glad that she didn't love Brett anymore, having broken free from the chain.
"I can't lie to myself in good conscience. I've lied to myself for four years, and that's enough," Izabella said hoarsely.
Brett hated stubborn women. Although he knew he couldn't control this relationship, he couldn't let go of it either.
He'd always been like this, wanting what he couldn't have.
Even if she didn't want to anymore, even if it caused more trouble.
Brett took Izabella to a restaurant he had already booked.
The restaurant was opulent, and outside the floor-to-ceiling windows on the first floor was a musical fountain, with mellifluous cello sounds and resplendent lights shining on the water. It was breathtakingly beautiful.
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