Twisted Ties of Love novel Chapter 258

Lies can be good or bad, and Izabella didn't think the lie Brett made up was a good one.

She gave a shallow smile, but the smile didn't reach her eyes, which were desolate deep inside. She smiled, but it looked even uglier than when she cried.

"So you love me so much you want to turn me into an idiot?" Izabella's eyes were filled with tears. "You're so afraid of me regaining my memory, how can I not mind the past?"

She shook her head and staggered back step by step. The man in front of her seemed to have lost all humanity; he was like a demon that crawled out from hell.

"I just want to ask one last question: who is Ryker?"

Hearing this name, Brett panicked. The thing he was most afraid of was getting closer and closer, and he had nowhere to retreat.

Seeing Brett's flustered face, Izabella seemed to understand something. The corners of her mouth raised in a sardonic sneer.

"Is he dead?"

No one answered, which was as good as admitting it.

"He must have been important to me. Otherwise, why would I dream of him all the time?" Izabella muttered with a hoarse voice.

Instinctively, she felt Ryker was more important than Brett, just thinking about the name hurt her so much she could hardly breathe.

It felt like there was no air in her lungs, only thousands of needles piercing her flesh.

"He's dead, but he said he would carry me home once."

Izabella's eyes watered, and tears flowed uncontrollably. "Brett, you must know who Ryker is, tell me everything about him, please."

For the first time since losing her memory, Izabella begged him. And it was for another man.

He was jealous, angry, and heartbroken. He couldn't understand why, after all these years, Ryker still lingered in Izabella's heart.

All he did was save her once and carry her home more than ten years ago. If it were him, he could have done that too.

They had been married for years, known each other for eight, yet he couldn't compare to a dead man.

Brett took a deep breath. "I won't tell you who he is. You'll never remember him in this life."

The last spark of hope in Izabella's heart was extinguished by his words, and she was plunged into utter darkness.

"Brett, you really make me sick!"

"I know." Brett said in agony. He always had known.

Izabella looked at him with the same hatred, pain, helplessness, and silence as before she lost her memory.

He didn't know what to do with her, nor how they would go on. The four months of them together seemed like a dream, and they couldn't go back now.