Twisted Ties of Love novel Chapter 40

On top of a pile of junk, there was something that looked like a "decorative painting." Brett went over and turned it around, only to be stunned by what he saw.

It wasn't a decorative painting at all, but rather a wedding photo of him and Izabella.

He kind of remembered the photo, but he thought it had been smashed and thrown away by Izabella. Why was it here, perfectly intact?

Did she secretly keep and frame it afterwards? If she had kept it for four years, why was the photo now thrown among a bunch of junk?

Brett couldn't pinpoint his feelings about it. All this time, he had been denying Izabella's changing feelings for him, but now, seeing this abandoned wedding photo, he had to admit that Izabella really gave him up.

In the past, he had always called Izabella a cheap woman and confidently believed that she would remain so for life. He never thought that there would come a day when Izabella would stop loving him. The day came out of nowhere.

Brett clenched the photo frame tightly in his hand, his knuckles turning white.

As soon as Izabella came out, she saw him standing in front of that pile of junk. She walked closer and saw clearly what Brett was holding–their wedding photo.

Izabella said, "I didn't have the heart to throw away it before, but now I'm moving and this meaningless thing is just annoying. It brings back bad memories."

Brett's eyes, already somber, grew even colder as he responded, "So you're discarding it now?"

Izabella retorted, "What else should I do? Keep it around to upset people? I assume you don't like it either, right?"

Indeed, Brett didn't like it. He despised both Izabella and the wedding photo. As she had stated, the photo only served as a catalyst for painful memories. It should have been disposed of long ago, and there was no reason to hold onto it now.

The two stood in a tense silence, the atmosphere growing stifling. However, their confrontation was abruptly interrupted by a knock on the door.

Izabella hurriedly made her way to open the door, and this time, it was an elderly man who collected scrap materials. The old man had a tow truck attached to a hemp rope.

"Miss, where can I find the unwanted scrap?" the old man inquired.