Chapter 39


    Izabe returned to Quiet Forest Estates, nning to clean up the rooms in the next two days and


    sell the house as soon as possible.


    While cleaning up, Izabe found their hidden wedding photo in the storeroom, covered in dust.


    Throughout their marriage, she and Brett didn''t even have a decent wedding photo. The one she


    found was taken by a journalist on their wedding day and printed in the newspaper. She had spent a


    lot of money buying this photo, framed it and wanted to hang it on their bedroom wall.


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    Barely two days after hanging it, Brett came home, saw the photo, got angry, ripped it off the wall


    and smashed it on the floor.


    Izabe cleaned up the broken ss, reframed the photo and ced it back in the storeroom.


    Whenever she had free time, she would go in to take a look. To Brett, this photo was a disgrace, but


    to Izabe, it was a dream she had been cherishing for 16 years—a wild fantasy.


    With each stroke of her hand, removing the dust from the photo, Izabe''s eyes reflected a mixture


    of bitter irony and profound destion. How foolish she had been to wear such a genuine smile in


    that captured moment.


    In a surge of frustration, Izabe flung the photo into the trash, discarding the remnants of a past


    that now felt like a cruel mockery.


    After hours of arduous work, Izabe''s body glistened with sweat. She couldn''t afford to fall ill at this


    moment, so she swiftly changed into fresh clothes and nced at the clock—it was nearly noon.


    Battling the agony caused by her stomach cancer, she felt no hunger, only a relentless burning


    sensation in her gut. With determination, Izabe rose from her seat and proceeded to prepare


    some bacon in the kitchen.


    Just as she finished cooking, the doorbell rang, interrupting her solitary routine. Izabe approached


    the door and, upon opening it, was greeted by the sight of Brett standing before her.


    She hadn''t seen him for three days as he was busy with Kaley, while she was busy emptying their


    house to pay off debts.


    As soon as Brett stepped inside, he smelled the scent of food and noticed Izabe still wearing her


    apron.


    He couldn''t help but wonder if she knew he wasing and had prepared a meal for him.


    He had never seen her in an apron like a housewife before, as she usually appeared morous in


    front of him.


    "What are you doing here?"


    "Didn''t you know I wasing?" All his joy from moments before disappeared instantly.


    Izabe furrowed her brows, clearly annoyed, "How would I know your ns?"


    She was too busy with selling the house, packing, and moving to care about Brett''s whereabouts.


    People change so quickly. Before, she used to long for his presence every second of the day, but


    now she found him annoying at the mere sight of him.


    Not wanting to talk to Brett, she left the room and returned to the dining room to finish her meal.


    Brett took a pair of slippers from the shoe cab and followed her, strangely feeling hungry


    himself.


    Izabe looked like a cute, docile bunny while chewing her vegetables, making Brett feel an urge to


    hold her in his arms and cuddle her.


    He walked over to the dining table, his Adam''s apple bobbing, "I''m hungry."


    "Cook something for yourself." Izabe didn''t even look up, having already lost her appetite.


    Seeing Brett still staring at her, she realized that he wanted her to prepare food for him.


    In the past, she had done everything to please him, cooking an borate meal in anticipation of his


    return, only for him to not even nce at it. Now, she didn''t want to cook for him, yet he just stood


    there, iming to be hungry. Who was the pathetic one here?


    Brett''s thoughts were always beyond Izabe''sprehension, but now she grinned coldly, "You


    can go back to Kaley and ask her to cook for you."


    "Izabe, I''m rarely home these days, so don''t make things difficult for me."


    "I didn''t ask for you toe back." Izabe replied as she carried her te into the kitchen.


    Left awkwardly standing in the living room, Brett wondered how people could change so quickly.


    Had the woman who once loved him so dearly really fallen out of love with him, or was she just


    saying this out of anger?


    Feeling suffocated, Brett scanned the room, noticing that many decorations were missing. In the


    center of the living roomy a pile of useless junk. He walked over and picked up something at


    random.