Twisted Ties of Love

Chapter 350

The sound of cicadas in the summer can't last until the cold winter. Once you miss it, you'll never meet it again.

"What do you mean?" Rain wet Brett's face and his eyelashes were covered in droplets. He squinted at Izabella, and nobody noticed his hand trembling as if enduring something. He clenched his fist.

Izabella held up her umbrella, full of mockery: "It means I never intended to forgive you from the beginning, let alone see you, got it?"

Brett's lips trembled, and the rain on his body didn't feel like rain but like millions of needles piercing every part of his body, causing pain.

Last night, when Liam told him that Izabella had lied to him, he had guessed this outcome, but he was too afraid to face it, let alone admit it. How could he be so confident that Izabella would forgive him? Would they get back together as before?

Get back together as before?

How could he forget that his relationship with Izabella was a mistake from the beginning, and they'd never been happy? © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

A chill crept up his spine, slowly spreading across his entire back.

"You lied to me."

"Brett, who are you putting on this hurt look for? You're a person who can lie to a priest, so why can't I just say whatever I want? You're taking yourself way too seriously." Izabella gripped the umbrella handle tightly, "Get lost!"

Brett didn't move, staying put with a hurt look on his face, staring at Izabella.

"Izabella, I really know I was wrong. I misjudged people. I didn't trust you. I didn't know it was you who saved me back then. If I had known."

"So what?" Izabella interrupted him, "Just because I saved you back then, you fell in love with me? Brett, this isn't love. You're begging me to forgive you now, just to find some solace and alleviate the guilt of killing someone. Brett, you haven't changed at all. Still childish, paranoid, and disgusting."

Brett shook his head, his heart feeling like it was being strangled. His eyes reddened, and he muttered, "It's not like that. I really love you, not because of guilt. Izabella, I don't ask you to stay by my side, but just give me a chance to get close to you, apologize and make it up to you. As long as you're willing, I'll do anything for you. I promise to be good to you, never bully you, never make you cry again. Izabella, please give me a chance. I'm begging you!"

He finished in one breath, panting, unable to suppress his coughing, covering his chest and leaning towards Izabella.

Izabella stepped back half a step, hearing a "bang" sound, and Brett fell to his knees. Not only that, but his head hit the ground, kneeling in front of Izabella in the most humble posture.

Izabella's face remained unchanged, as indifferent as ever. Her gaze moved downwards, finally landing on Brett's head.

She couldn't help but remember that he had once kneeled in front of Brett, begging for the Salotti family's mercy.

She believed his words, which led to the destruction of her family and the disappearance of the Salotti family from R City.

Izabella stepped back, distancing herself from Brett. "Brett, I'm already thirty years old, not easily deceived. I know all your tricks."

She had endured all the hardships alone and no longer expected to be with anyone. Her expression was numb as she looked at the trembling man on the ground.

Brett's kneeling only reminded her of her painful past when he was arrogant, condescending, and mocking her.

"I didn't lie to you. I can give you anything."

"But what you give is precisely what I don't need." Izabella suddenly thought of something, bending down slightly and getting closer to Brett, her eyes filled with various emotions. "Brett, if you want me to accept your apology, you have to suffer like me, like dying once. Dare you?"

Brett looked at Izabella's cold, emotionless eyes, remembering that her eyes used to be as clear as water.

Brett felt heartbroken, his chest pain intensifying. He suppressed his cough, blood staining the corner of his mouth. He tried to calm down, but Izabella's relentless gaze made it impossible.

Three years, more than a thousand days.

"Izabella, do you really have no feelings for me at all?" Brett showed a bitter smile, his eyes filled with tears, looking even more miserable than crying.

Izabella retracted the corners of her mouth and mocked, "Feelings? Do you deserve them?"

Tears streamed uncontrollably down his face, and his body felt as if it was being sliced by a knife.

Brett couldn't believe these cold words were coming from Izabella's mouth. He knew Izabella; she was kind-hearted and easily deceived. As long as someone was nice to her and showed sincerity, she would follow them.

"Izabella, I don't believe you have no feelings for me. We've known each other for so many years, even though our relationship was a mistake at first, we've known each other for nine years and been together for seven. I don't believe you've never had feelings for me. If there were no feelings, why would all 102 pages of your diary be about me? If there were no feelings, how could you knit a scarf for me? If there were no feelings, how could you insist on cooking for me and waiting for me to come home for four years?"

His urgent voice was not only for Izabella but also to get a confirmation of the fact that Izabella had loved him.

Brett looked at Izabella in pain.

Izabella's survival was already the best gift from heaven.

He knew Izabella would be angry and wouldn't forgive him.

He had thought about all this.

But he couldn't live without Izabella. He understood her importance, and he thought she should understand his feelings for her.

Izabella said calmly, "Maybe you're right, I once loved you, but later on, there was nothing left. From the day I told you I wanted a divorce, I no longer had any feelings for you."

"Brett, I've told you before, I just can't be with you feeling all peachy after you hurt me. Sometimes I really wonder, how can you come running back to me without feeling guilty or scared?" Izabella said with a smile.

Brett's breath hitched, and then it became difficult for him to breathe. He couldn't find the strength to hold himself up.

Izabella had truly loved him. Even without Ryker getting in the way, she had loved him. But he had lost the Izabella who loved him.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood, and his whole body collapsed onto the ground, his back soaked by the rain. A broken sob escaped from his throat. His head hung low, tears mixed with blood dripped into the puddle beneath him, his shoulders trembling uncontrollably. Cold, why was it so cold, when it was summer?

Izabella caught a glimpse of the blood on the ground, and after a few seconds of silence, she gripped her umbrella and walked around him.

Brett caught a glimpse of her slender figure in the corner of his eye. He knelt on the ground, his body aching and unable to stand up, his hands propping himself up as he crawled toward Izabella's retreating figure.

"Izabella... Izabella... don't go... please don't go..."

Brett reached out to grab Izabella's hand, but she dodged it, and his hand only caught the rain from the sky. The wind blew through his palm, and he pinched his fingers, not catching a single one. The returning Izabella was like the wind, he couldn't catch the wind, and he couldn't catch her either.

This time, Izabella didn't even turn her head, her back facing Brett: "Brett, you look really ugly when you cry and beg."

Brett couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed on the ground. Like a corpse. He lay there like a corpse, heartbroken. His heart twisted in pain. He stared at Izabella's cold figure, his vision blurring, blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, unable to stop.

It turned out that when a person's heart dies, they don't feel pain, as if their senses are frozen. From the initial dull pain to the current numbness, it's like undergoing major surgery, with the anaesthesia still not wearing off, that kind of surreal feeling.

He thought Izabella coming back alive was a chance from heaven for him to love someone. He didn't expect it to be a punishment from heaven for his past mistakes when he didn't know how to love.

The cruellest thing is not two long-separated people passing by each other but the intimacy that once existed, turning into indifference that leaves no more room for love.

In the end, he stared lifelessly at the scar on his palm. So the kite string never returned to his hand.