Twisted Ties of Love novel Chapter 312

After a three-day stay in R City, Brett returned to find that the fire-ravaged villa had been renovated.

The fire had been fierce, leaving nothing but ashes on the first floor. The second floor fared better, with some important items remaining. He trudged up the stairs to the bedroom he once shared with Izabella.

Opening drawers carelessly, everything remained untouched. Whether it was the clothes in the wardrobe, the skincare products on the vanity table, or the jewelry in the jewelry box, it was all as if nothing had changed.

He opened a safe, pulling out a few envelopes. These were the promises he wrote when Izabella lost her memory.

—"I, Brett, promise not to be jealous, to give my wife freedom, to respect her, to take care of her, to trust her, to love and spoil her all my life. I, Brett, will be generous and magnanimous from now on."

Clutching the envelopes to his chest, the cold promises were a harsh reminder of his failures. How could he had forgotten so quickly the vows he made to Izabella and the promises he wrote?

"I'm a total screw-up! I don't deserve to be called a human!" Brett slapped himself hard, berating himself as he did.

His cries echoed through the silent room. The promises he wrote were like a floodgate of sorrow, gushing out uncontrollably.

He got up and found a toolbox, pulling out a pair of pliers. He clamped it onto his own fingernails and yanked upwards, tearing them off and causing blood to gush out. Despite the pain, he moved onto another finger, his hand trembling as he held the pliers. What a pathetic sight, a grown man resorting to self-harm in the face of adversity. But with Izabella gone, nothing else mattered.

After tearing off all the nails from his left hand, the blood-stained pliers were tossed aside. He grabbed a knife, stabbing it into his own leg repeatedly, until his pants were soaked with blood.

But it wasn't enough. He wanted to experience the pain Izabella went through, to punish himself. But he knew that this pain was nothing compared to hers.

Liam, who had moved into the villa and was monitoring Brett through the security cameras, saw what happened and rushed into Brett's room.

Patrick had secretly instructed him to provoke Brett, to keep him alive. Seeing Brett's pathetic state, Liam didn't know what to say to provoke him.

At the hospital, as the doctor tended to Brett's wounds, Liam said seriously, "President Windham, she wanted you to live a long life, not to hurt yourself like this."

Brett didn't wince when the alcohol and iodine were sprayed on his wounds, but when Liam mentioned Izabella, he winced in pain.

"She's punishing me," he said helplessly. "She knew how painful it would be for me to lose her. She wanted me to live till I'm old."

He looked around blankly, forcing a smile, but tears soon flowed down his face. "Tell me, what can I do to make her happy?"

After a moment of silence, Liam replied, "You have to live."

Brett nodded, and his face remained expressionless as tears fell from his eyes. "Alright, I'll live... as she wished. Don't worry, I won't let anything happen to me."

But how long would he have to live?

...

At the hospital, there was a childbirth simulator. Many men were trying it out.

Brett remembered Izabella's words in the hospital when she lost their first child. Back then, Amelia had suggested he try the simulator to experience the pain of childbirth. He had scoffed at the idea, thinking it was ridiculous to want to experience what women go through during childbirth.

But now, he found himself at the front of the line, listening to the agonizing screams of the men.

He watched as a man who had been laughing just moments ago started convulsing in pain at level seven, begging for the machine to be turned off.