Chapter 239
She was so skinny, yet her body bore hundreds of scars of all kinds. He had imagined how difficult
that hour must have been for her, but when he saw the video, he was only then truly aware of the
magnitude of her suffering. His assumptions were just the tip of the iceberg.
He watched helplessly as the video showed Izabe locked in a cold cell. A man in a terrifying mask
sliced fresh red wounds onto her thigh with a knife. He watched as her back was corroded by
sulfuric acid, her screams echoing in the room as she was injected with five different substances,
her veins popping on her forehead and neck.
She was barely holding on to life, yet the man did not spare her, piercing her fingertips with a steel
needle, breaking through the gaps and tearing her nails.
She writhed in pain on the floor, pressing her bloody fingers against her phone, calling him again
and again.
How desperate must Izabe have been at that time? Her hope was gradually extinguished, and in
the end, she plunged into hell.
The video was intermittent, some parts edited, but it didn''t hinder the viewing.
Brett''s gaze never left the video, he tried to calm himself, but his breathing grew heavier, and tears
unknowingly streamed down his face.
Seeing Izabe''s torturous humiliation from start to end in the video, her pain and despair stabbed
his heart like a knife, each breath brought pain.
Even just watching the video was unbearable for him, let alone what Izabe must have endured
during that long hour.
No wonder Izabe went mad when she woke up, choosing death over life, constantly trying to
commit suicide, fear striking her at the sight of a needle, feeling watched every time she saw a
camera.
Brett gripped his phone tightly, burying his face in the back of his hand, confronted with the reality
he had refused to see.
Nathaniel, damn it!
And he himself deserved to die even more. Just like Nathaniel said, he was the one who sent
Izabe to that ce to be tortured, he was the real instigator.
After Izabe lost her memory, he tried to make up for it, but could he really make up for the harm
he had caused her?
And today, heshed out at Izabe over a few photos, forcing her, causing her pain, making her
cry.
He was nothing but a beast!
Brett didn''t know how long he had been sitting outside, his eyes nkly staring at the faint light from
the upstairs window, his whole body seemed to have lost its soul, only the pain in his heart
reminded him that he was still alive.
His whole body felt as if it had frozen, as if his blood had solidified.
He touched the area over his heart, the cold came from within, it wasn''t the weather, no matter how
thickly he was dressed, he felt cold.
Brett put down his phone, his face was numb from the cold, he could no longer feel the pain of the
wounds, he staggered back into the vi and up the stairs.
Izabe''s door was half-closed, the warm yellow light leaked out, the inside was quiet, he wasn''t
sure if Izabe had fallen asleep.
During the days he spent with Izabe, he was always on time or early for work, he never came
homete.
It was the first time he had returned sote since she lost her memory.
He knew Izabe was afraid of being alone, so he always came home early to apany her, he
almost forgot that Izabe was afraid of the dark.
Brett gently pushed the door open, his gaze shifting to the bed. Izabe was lying on her side,
showing only her back. The warm light on her made her look lonely and uneasy.
He walked in, seeing Izabe''s body move slightly, she was obviously not asleep yet.
Brett didn''t know what to say, all the words he had seemed to boil down to silence and guilt.
He walked straight to the bedside and then knelt down on one knee, this subtle movement echoed
in the quiet bedroom.
Brett knelt in silence, not knowing how long he had been kneeling. His injured thigh was bing
increasingly ufortable due to poor blood cirction.
Izabe opened her eyes, her lips tightly pressed together. After a while, she turned around. Her
half-closed eyes widened at the sight of the wounds on Brett''s face.
She subconsciously bit her lip, but seemed to remember something and held her lips tightly again.
Brett''s expression changed slightly, as he looked at the bruise on Izabe''s neck and thought of the
video on his phone, he felt himself worse than an animal.
What had he done? Jealousy had blinded him. He knew Izabe wasn''t that kind of person, she
wouldn''t have feelings for other men, but he still hurt her.
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What he did, how was it any different from Nathaniel? It was even worse than Nathaniel.
"I''m sorry, I was wrong," he admitted.
Izabe''s eyes were slightly red, she wiped her nose. In the hours Brett had been away, she had
thought a lot, about how to manage their marriage, how to continue with Brett, but in the end, she
thought most about parting ways.
She had already thought about how to propose breaking up with Brett, but when Brett kneeled and
apologized to her, she couldn''t say anything.
She was so useless, that''s why she deserved to be hurt like this, even if she was tortured to death,
this was the result of her own choices.
She liked Brett, willing to suffer for him. For her, he was the only family she had in this world, the
meaning of her life.
She slowly sat up, her waist and legs aching. She was wearing a loose silk nightgown, and as she
rose, the cor slid down, revealing her rounded shoulder, arge part of her chest, and the scars
on it, making those wounds look even more horrifying.
Izabe was not an easy person to scar, bruises like these would fade, but the frostbite on her body
and the wound on her corbone would not.
Several months had passed, and the scars had only faded slightly.
Brett spoke with difficulty, "Be, can you forgive me?"
Izabe turned her head, "Do you know why you were wrong?"
"I know."
"Where did you go wrong?"
Brett admitted seriously, word by word, "I should have trusted you, not misunderstood you, not
forced you to do things you don''t like, and not hurt you."