Twisted Ties of Love novel Chapter 560

"Brett, I wish you a life of peace and safety. May you always have the warmth of the sun in winter, a gentle breeze in summer, a prosperous journey ahead, free from illness and hardship. May you find true love and grow old together. From now on, let's live our lives without ever crossing paths again. May you find peace"

Not all mistakes deserve forgiveness, of course nor do all deeds necessitate bearing a grudge.

Such a final goodbye.

When Izabella said she had let go, she truly had. In the end, she didn't harbor hatred, nor did she curse him.

To find true love and grow old together—his true love didn't want him anymore. Did he even have time left to grow old?

The night wind grew colder, piercing like needles against his skin, seeping through his pores and chilling him to the core. Brett knelt on the ground, watching the fading figure in the distance.

Curled up on the ground like a wounded animal, he tasted the pain of his wound in solitude.

Time passed, and Brett took a deep, ragged breath. Clumsily, he rose to his feet, his legs numb from kneeling too long. As he stood up, a tingling sensation rushed through his legs, and he stumbled back to the rocking chair Izabella had once occupied.

The fireworks continued to light up the sky, a half-hour show of splendor. In addition to the fireworks, he had prepared sparklers that bloomed like dandelions.

Brett held one in his hand, gazing up at a starless sky. As the last firework faded, darkness remained.

—Perhaps this lifetime is the one you prayed for in your past life to meet in the next.

The person you failed to cherish, the one you tormented, the one you once despised, might just be the one you begged for in your past life, yearning to have in this one.

So let's not talk about next lives. If you can cherish someone in this life, then do it well.

Izabella's return was just his greed. He wanted to keep her by his side by any means necessary—like a fish hooked on a line, a bird caged, a kite tethered.

When Izabella died, he went mad for a while, always feeling her presence around him.

But now, he truly felt Izabella's absence from his life.

Losing a loved one doesn't always tear you apart; sometimes it's eerily calm. Then, on some quiet night, you find yourself unable to sleep, staying awake until the early hours when a gentle breeze strokes the windowsill.

The thought of no future with Izabella enveloped Brett in a vast emptiness, and suddenly his heart ached, tears unknowingly streaming down his face.

Brett sat in the rocking chair all night, surrounded by countless spent sparklers, watching the sunrise on the horizon. With a blink, tears cascaded freely, his sobs growing louder, like a child losing something precious for the first time.

Brett's tears flowed, his mouth coughing up blood, his throat burning with pain.

Not just his throat hurt, his chest ached, his hands trembled with pain, even his scalp felt cold and sore. Despite his body numbing with pain, he felt a particular ache in his left chest, as if it had been punctured, leaving a hole for the cold wind to whistle through, freezing his insides. He was hunched over, holding the "Wish List" in his hand.

More than twenty wishes had been checked off. The paper was wrinkled, crumpled in his hand. Even though his wishes had been fulfilled without regret, he still felt an empty ache inside.

He hunched over, fumbling in his pocket for his phone to make a call.

After five seconds, the call connected, met with silence.

Brett paused, his voice raspy, "Liam, I finally understand what you said. Loving someone doesn't always mean being together. I waited for her, missed her. She was married to me for four years, I waited for her for six, just for our paths to cross again, to watch her be happy with someone else." He sighed, the taste in his mouth growing bitterer.