Chapter 45


    Izabe clutched her phone tightly, her chest heaving with emotion. The air around her seemed to


    thin, making it difficult for her to breathe.


    After a while, Izabe spoke, "Fine, I''ll do it."


    Satisfied with her response, Brett hung up the phone and went to join his beloved Kaley.


    Izabe stared at the dark, empty room and gritted her teeth. The thought of Brett happily helping


    Kaley move while she had to wake up early to buy groceries and cook made her livid. She wanted


    to smash Brett''s smug face!


    Izabey down on her bed, her gaze fixed on the wedding photo hanging above her. The more


    she stared at it, the more it grated on her nerves. She now understood why Brett had erupted in


    anger and destroyed the photo. In that moment, she wanted nothing more than to shatter it herself,


    reducing his annoying face to ashes.


    Tears welled up in her eyes, and Izabe covered her face with her hands. In a raspy voice, she


    whispered, "You despicable jerk, Brett. You''re tormenting me when I''m already crumbling."


    The next morning, Izabe rose early, as if expected, her eyes red and swollen. She retrieved a few


    ice cubes from the fridge and applied them to her eyes, patiently waiting for the swelling to subside


    over the course of 10 minutes.


    After a hasty breakfast, Izabe changed her clothes and lightly applied makeup. She then


    proceeded to take her medication as prescribed.


    Grabbing her phone, Izabe consulted her shopping list while she ate, mentally noting the


    groceries she needed to purchaseter.


    She knew all of Brett''s likes and dislikes, as though they were deeply ingrained habits. She could


    instinctively answer any questions about his preferences.


    While Brett was decisive in his actions, he was extremely picky when it came to food. There were


    many things he didn''t like to eat.


    An idea suddenly came to mind - Izabe decided to buy all the food Brett disliked. After paying the


    bill, she left the address for the clerk to deliver the groceries.


    Once back home, Izabe quickly put on an apron and started cooking.


    Izabe had learned to cook from a professional chef in order to please Brett. Her cooking skills


    were no worse than those of a restaurant.


    After finishing cooking, she checked the time – 11:40. Just as she wondered when Brett would bring


    Kaley back, the front door opened.


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    Izabe took off her apron and looked towards the entrance. Brett walked in, carrying a suitcase,


    followed by a weak-looking Kaley.


    Before Izabe could say anything, Kaley nced at the table full of food and said softly, "I''m sorry


    to trouble you with this."


    Brett shot Izabe a cold look and told Kaley, "Go wash your hands. I''ll take the luggage upstairs."


    Kaley nodded, her face blushing. "Thank you, Brett."


    Brett didn''t reply. He carried the suitcase upstairs while Izabe looked on, feeling sick to her


    stomach. Were these two nning to disgust her with their lovey-dovey act?


    With Brett gone, Kaley continued to act fragile and timid. She looked at Izabe fearfully before


    going to the bathroom.


    Izabe sat at the dining table, facing the greasy, spicy dishes. She thought, let them do whatever


    they want. The one who''ll be upset in the end definitely won''t be her.