Twisted Ties of Love novel 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.