Izabella clutched her phone tightly, her chest heaving with emotion. The air around her seemed to thin, making it difficult for her to breathe.
After a while, Izabella spoke, "Fine, I'll do it."
Satisfied with her response, Brett hung up the phone and went to join his beloved Kaley.
Izabella stared at the dark, empty room and gritted her teeth. The thought of Brett happily helping Kaley move while she had to wake up early to buy groceries and cook made her livid. She wanted to smash Brett's smug face!
Izabella lay down on her bed, her gaze fixed on the wedding photo hanging above her. The more she stared at it, the more it grated on her nerves. She now understood why Brett had erupted in anger and destroyed the photo. In that moment, she wanted nothing more than to shatter it herself, reducing his annoying face to ashes.
Tears welled up in her eyes, and Izabella covered her face with her hands. In a raspy voice, she whispered, "You despicable jerk, Brett. You're tormenting me when I'm already crumbling."
The next morning, Izabella rose early, as if expected, her eyes red and swollen. She retrieved a few ice cubes from the fridge and applied them to her eyes, patiently waiting for the swelling to subside over the course of 10 minutes.
After a hasty breakfast, Izabella changed her clothes and lightly applied makeup. She then proceeded to take her medication as prescribed.
Grabbing her phone, Izabella consulted her shopping list while she ate, mentally noting the groceries she needed to purchase later.
She knew all of Brett's likes and dislikes, as though they were deeply ingrained habits. She could instinctively answer any questions about his preferences.
While Brett was decisive in his actions, he was extremely picky when it came to food. There were many things he didn't like to eat.
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