Twisted Ties of Love novel Chapter 535

When Izabella caught sight of Brett sitting on the staircase, there was no sign of joy on his face—just a blank stare fixed on her as she approached step by step.

His unblinking eyes were like dark abysses that seemed to have no end.

When Izabella stood and stopped in front of him, Brett spoke, his voice robotic and stiff as he uttered a sequence of numbers. "Thirty-seven times," he said, his voice tinged with bitterness despite the soft look he gave her.

Izabella didn’t understand the significance of the number. “Thirty-seven times what?” she asked with a hint of sarcasm.

“Hallucinations.” In the mere 54 hours since he’d moved here, Brett had been haunted by Izabella's image thirty-seven times.

She felt a lump in her throat as she overlooked the staircase behind him and asked, “What are you cleaning?”

“Blood. Izabella's blood. Our baby’s blood.” Brett's hands were red from the cold, his fingers delicate and normally free from chilblains, but he had been scrubbing the floors with icy water these past few days, his hands raw and swollen, his left hand particularly wounded where the nails had been torn out.

Izabella’s fingers had once been like that, numb and painful in the cold during the year she couldn’t remember anything. Brett, whose hands were always warm, would cover hers and breathe on them, soothing the pain.

Such a tender man, and yet when she looked at him, she remembered that he was part of the reason she had suffered so much.

Sometimes, the worth of something is proven only by its absence. Once gone, forgiveness becomes irrelevant. Loss renders everything meaningless.

Brett's heart was as disgusting as a maggot writhing in the gutter. But who would choose to be born a gutter maggot? Resigned to the darkness, they live out their lives unseen and unloved.

To love was a luxury Brett never understood or dared to seek. Yet, once he embraced it, he could devote his life to someone. Fate, however, was cruel; before he could learn to love, Izabella had already turned away from him.

He learned too late; no one would wait forever, and time, as well as chances, were no longer on his side.

Izabella arrived with destruction in her heart, half-wishing she could pull out a pocketknife and end Brett’s life. But seeing him now, soulless and lost, she hesitated.

To Brett, she was just another hallucination.