Twisted Ties of Love novel Chapter 522

Izabella had an uncanny knack for tolerating pain, to the point where most people overlooked the fact that she was actually terrified of it.

There were countless times when Izabella suffered in silence. Was it that she had an exceptional tolerance for pain? No, it was because she was at the brink of breaking.

The extent of Brett's cruelty could be measured by the fact that he could drive someone to the point of fighting back, even if it meant sullying their reputation in the process.

A person who was proficient at enduring pain often expressed disappointment in silence.

Izabella had mastered the art of concealing her emotions, but that didn't mean she was emotionless.

At present, Izabella had zero affection left for Brett. Any residual resentment she had, which had faded over time, had come rushing back, making her feel repulsed once again.

She had foolishly believed that Brett had changed, but he was still the same old inconsistent, unreliable, and fickle person he had always been. These traits were deeply ingrained in him.

Glancing at her phone, Izabella felt a pang of regret over the wasted call charges.

Nevertheless, she couldn't resist retorting, "Brett, manners are a good thing to have. I hope you acquire some."

In her past life, Brett must have been an octopus, not just content with two-timing, but also prone to spreading his tentacles wider.

"Manners? I really don't have any. After all, my parents died young, and there was no one to teach me."

"Is that your excuse for hurting people? Others should pay for your indecent behavior?"

Izabella could imagine Brett's nonchalant expression, a devil-may-care grin playing on his lips, his eyes deep and unreadable. She clenched her fist, suppressing her fury.

"Let's meet," suggested Brett.

Izabella took a deep breath, "Brett, can we stop this endless game? Don't you just want to see me repeat my past mistakes, see me once again become a caged bird, abandoned by others? But not this time, Casey hasn't given up on me. Even the passport we used to register our marriage was given by his mom. We've come this far, what else do you need to prove?"

The phone fell silent. After waiting for a response that never came, Izabella glanced at her phone, realizing that the call was still connected; it was just that Brett had remained silent.

Izabella continued, "I've been dead once, Brett. Even a good horse doesn't graze on past pastures. Do you think I would return to rummage in the garbage?"

"We would be better together." Brett began.

Izabella was amused by his audacity. She wondered how thick-skinned he must be to utter such words.

"Better?" Izabella retorted, "Your idea of 'better' is to destroy my life and treat me like an animal for bearing children? Or to continue to hypnotize me into becoming a naive fool for your amusement?"

"Brett, do you remember the day we got our marriage certificate? You said it yourself that you would never fall in love with me. You tossed the marriage certificate into a muddy ditch by the roadside, randomly bought a three-dollar ring from a street vendor and tossed it at me. We had no emotional or material bond. It was so cheap; it's irreplaceable."

Izabella's voice was eerily calm. She paused, hearing Brett's breathing accelerate on the other end of the line, but he still didn't respond.

Izabella asked calmly, "Brett, do you like me or are you just used to me? In the three years after my death, did you suddenly realize how comfortable I made your life?"

Finally, Brett couldn't hold back, he retorted, "I love you, Izabella. As much as you love Casey, that's how much I love you. You don't want to give up Casey, so how can you expect me to give you up?"

"Go to hell with your ‘love’! Brett, take a moment to think, is that really love? Count on your fingers how many times you've physically abused me? How many times have you slapped me? Casey has never laid a finger on me; even when he misunderstood me and thought I had deceived him, he chose to suffer himself rather than harm me. That's the difference between him and you!"

Only Brett could push Izabella to the point of cursing.

After taking a deep breath, she spoke again, her voice hoarse from the pain in her chest and throat, "Even now, you still haven't woken up. Whether I'm dead or alive, you never care."

The line went silent again.

As if talking to herself, Izabella said mockingly, "Brett, you were once the person I loved so much that I'd run into a wall for. In consideration of the fact that I once loved you so much, cooked for you for over 1300 days, and even drew blood for your loved ones more than 50 times, can you please let go?"