Chapter 11
In that moment, tears streamed uncontrobly down her face, drenching her clothes. The world
outside fell into a deafening silence, and she couldn’t be sure if Brett had overheard her words But
one thing remained crystal clear he had no concern for her life, and he would never care
Izabe’s voice trailed off, and she hastily brushed away her tears, sinking down the door until she
found herself curled up on the cold floor Biting her hand to stifle the urge to cry out, she fought to
contain the pain that consumed her
Her youth, her love, her marriage–all of it had begin and ended with Prell
Brett, I’ve loved you for sixteen years How many sixteen years are there in a lifetime? How can you
hurt me by using my love for you?
Izabe let out a miserable sob She hadn’t had breakfast, only a ss of milk, and her stomach
was empty and aching from hunger
Summoning thest remnants of her strength, she dragged herself towards the bathroom and
retched into the toilet, feeling the acrid saliva scorching her throat
Even after emptying her stomach, her abdomen convulsed relentlessly, and the relentless pain
made her aware that she couldn’t endure without seeing blood sping her hand tightly over her
mouth, she struggled to stifle the agonizing groans that escaped her.
Izabe went back to her room and grabbed the two bottles of pills from the drawer. She would
need them over the next three days. There was no purified water in the room, so she had no choice
but to hold the pills and drink tap water
Her esophagus was narrower than most people’s, and the dry, bitter taste of the pills lingered in her
mouth. Swallowing four pills at once was difficult, but she had no other
choice.
She couldn’t hold back a gag reflex after swallowing the pills The bitter taste lingered in her mouth,
refusing to dissipate
Izabe huddled on her bed, gripping her nket tightly, as she anxiously awaited in the engulfing
darkness. The once sultry weather had transformed into an icy coldness that threatened to drain her
consciousness
Her pupils dted unnaturally, and as the room descended into deeper darkness, she sought refuge
beneath the covers. Outside, thunder resonated with a booming force. followed by a momentary
ze of lightning that illuminated the room
Her once cozy and inviting bedroom now appeared menacing amidst the storm. The wind howled
relentlessly, lightning continued to illuminate the surroundings, and the thunder shed overhead,
as if the very fabric of the sky was being torn apart
“Ahh! Izabe screamed grasping her nket, her body covered in a cold sweat
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In the pitch–ck stormy night with fear running wild, she imagined monsters emerging from the
ceiling and hands reaching out from under the bed, intending to grab her She dared not move, only
holding herself tighter
“Bret Brett”
“Brett…”
“Brett‘‘ She called out for him with increasing desperation, wanting to cut him out of her heart.
No one responded in the empty room, the only sound the rumble of thunder outside.
She felt abandoned, unwanted and forgotten.
Izabe started crying again, unsure whether these tears were physical or emotional.
Brett locked the door of the Quiet Forest Estates and left. His phone beeped with an alert: a
weather report predicting thunderstorms for the night.
Brett nced at it before putting the phone back in his pocket. He knew Kaley was afraid of
thunder, but what about Izabe? The girl who had the guts to defy him couldn’t be scared of
storms, could she?
Driving to Kaley’s house, his thoughts couldn’t help but drift back to Izabe, making him restless.
He despised hisck of control, suddenly punching his steering wheel while waiting at an
intersection.
Kaley, who had recently recovered from an illness, appeared slightly pale. However, as soon as she
spotted Brett entering, her eyes sparkled with delight.
Her typically pallidplexion transformed with a newfound radiance upon his arrival. “Brett, have
you had anything to eat?” she asked, her face beaming
“No.”
“Let me make something for us.” The house was bought by Brett, who had also arranged for the
finest ingredients to be stocked in the fridge.
Watching Kaley bustling in the kitchen, he found his thoughts drifting back to Izabe
He remembered the days when she would cook, waiting for him toe home and eat, but he had
never once tasted her food.
Kaley noticed Brett gazing at her, and as she turned to look at him holding adle in one hand, she
smiled “Brett, go sit in the living room. You can’t stand the smell of
cooking
She had known Brett since cildhood, understanding his likes and dislikes better than anyone else.
Even Izabe couldn’tpare to that
Brett nodded, silently, walking back to the living room. He turned on the TV, trying to get lost in the
latest show, but found no amusement in it
His gaze remained fixed on the screen, but his mind incessantly wandered back to Izabe,
haunted by the image of her eyes filled with tears and her face drained of color
His heart ached with a deep anguish
Upon leaving the bedroom, he had been tormented by the sound of her sorrowful cries echoing in
his ears. The words she had uttered lingered in his thoughts–she had imed she was dying
He tried not to care, but tus heart suddenly ached as if pierced by a needle, the pain eventually
spreading throughout his body. He couldn’t help but twitch
Brett pressed his thumb to his temple, increasingly agitated Sitting on the couch, he subconsciously
moved closer to the door
As Kaley emerged from the kitchen wall a steaming bowl of freshly made soup, she detected a
bitter scent permeating the air Curiosity piqued, she followed the trail of the smell and discovered
Brett lounging on the couch, his sleeves rolled up, holding a cigarette between his fingers. With
each inhale, the smoke veiled his face, rendering his expression inscrutable and difficult to
decipher