Chapter 114


    The hypnosis session with Izabe took ce a weekter, and after that, she no longer resisted


    being emotionally touched.


    She answered whatever the psychiatrist asked, going from calm to trembling and finally choking


    back sobs.


    The invisible stones weighing Izabe down were gradually moved away, revealing her scarred


    inside.


    "Tell me about your rtionship with Brett."


    As soon as she heard the name "Brett," she tensed up her shoulders and wrapped her arms tightly


    around herself. She was terrified of the name, terrified to the point of shaking all over at the mere


    mention of it.


    The psychiatrist hurried tofort her. "Don''t worry, it''s just the two of us here, and no one else can


    hear you."


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    It took a while for the psychiatrist''s reassurance to work, but eventually, Izabe opened up and


    shared her story, trembling as she recalled her first meeting with Brett sixteen years ago and how


    things had changed since then.


    The psychiatrist listened with a heavy heart and took a long time to recover hisposure. "Why do


    you obsess over him so much? You''ve loved him for sixteen whole years?"


    "Sixteen years," not sixteen days.


    Izabe shook her head, seemingly lost in thought for a moment, then murmured, "Because no one


    else has ever been kind to me."


    She was like someone desperate for hope and light in the darkness, and Brett was her light.


    But now that light was growing dimmer.


    For a seven-year-old Izabe, Brett was her salvation, but she didn''t expect fate to be so cruel - for


    him to lift her up only for them to pass each other by in the blink of an eye. She wished he had


    never saved her, knowing that the hope that once was had now turned into utter despair.


    The hypnosis sessionsted two hours, and when the doctor emerged from the room into the


    hallway, he saw Brett sitting on a long bench.


    Brett immediately got to his feet, asking anxiously, "How is she? What did she say?"


    "She talked a lot." The psychiatrist looked deeply into Brett''s eyes and said gravely, "You have a lot


    to do with her current condition. In her heart, you are her whole world."


    Brett was taken aback at the words, cutting off the doctor, "Her whole world?"


    The doctor nodded, his thoughts turning to what Izabe had just told him, continuing, "You once


    represented hope and salvation for her, but after marrying you, you mistreated her time and time


    again, giving her endless disappointment. After the child in her womb was killed, she finally broke


    down."


    "How could this be?"


    The psychiatrist furrowed his brow and asked, "Mr. Windham, do you remember the first time you


    met Ms. Salotti?"


    "It was six years ago, at a dinner party."


    The psychiatrist was surprised, for Brett''s story was entirely different from Izabe''s. "Ms. Salotti


    mentioned knowing you sixteen years ago when you saved her life at an amusement park."


    "I saved her?" Izabe had mentioned their meeting sixteen years ago more than once, but he had


    no memory of her in his mind, let alone a memory of saving anyone - something that should have


    been deeply ingrained in his mind.


    The psychiatrist found it very strange and asked, "Did you forget it as time has passed?"


    Brett immediately denied it. "Impossible. I was ten years old at that time, and my memory has


    always been excellent. Even small things from my childhood are still clearly remembered. I can''t


    possibly forget something like saving someone''s life."


    Realization dawned on the psychiatrist. "Perhaps she mistook you for someone else."


    Before he could finish his sentence, he noticed Brett''s face darken.


    If his memory was correct, then the only exnation was that Izabe had mistaken him for


    someone else. The thought of Izabe marrying him only because she thought he was someone


    else weighed heavily on his heart.


    Brett clenched his fists, trying hard to steady his breathing. Despite this, he still felt his heart being


    pulled and strained, a hint of an aching pain starting to rise.