Chapter 286
"You think I''d still like that baby rted to you after knowing all this?" Izabe spat out harsh words,
but deep down, her heart ached so much it was unbearable, as if a tiny hand was clutching it tightly.
Izabe''s eyes were swollen and red like blood, too painful to shed tears. "You have no idea how I
endured that hour, and those ten phone calls... I made ten calls to you, why didn''t you pick up? If
you''d just answered the veryst one, Ryker wouldn''t be dead."
She didn''t fear the pain or bing disabled; all she couldn''t ept was the person who mattered
most in her life leaving her.
He had been the light in her heart for more than a decade, the one she had silently guarded, only to
be extinguished by Brett so easily.
Brett''s throat tightened. He picked up Izabe''s jacket and wrapped it around her, covering the
scars below her neck. Holding her tightly, his tears fell directly onto her neck. "You should hate me,
and I don''t deserve your forgiveness, but Izabe, you''re all I have left. I know I''m unforgivable, but
please give me a chance to atone."
Izabe''s body stiffened like a puppet as she stared at the retreating street outside the window. The
window was half-open, and the cool breeze blew in gently, like a tender hand caressing the tear
stains on her cheeks.
"Brett, I''ve already given you a chance. I''ve been married to you for five years, a full five years. I''m
afraid of pain, yet I hurt myself recklessly, all for the sake of loving you. But now I realize it''s all my
fault. No wonder so many people call me cheap and tell me to go die."
"I also think I''m cheap and stupid. I''ve aplished nothing in my life, and I even mistakenly
thought you were the person who saved me when I was a child."
Izabe''s light exhale fell on the back of his neck, and Brett felt as if he''d been struck by lightning,
his scalp tingling. At this moment, he really didn''t know what to do.
Izabe knew it all. She not only regained her memory but also knew that the one who saved her
years ago was Ryker, not him.
Brett was frantic, his hands trembling as he held onto Izabe. The coldness in his heart spread
throughout his body along his blood, even making his toes shiver.
He couldn''t bear this kind of fear and wanted to escape. But if he fled, the Izabe in front of him
would disappear. Brett took a shaky breath. "I won''t let you go, never, never!"
This was said for Izabe to hear, as well as for himself. He couldn''t let go of Izabe, even if it
meant dying.
How could Izabe not know what he was thinking? No one knew better than her what a selfish and
immoral man he was.
Before their divorce, he had her cornered with a mental illness diagnosis; after the divorce, perhaps
he would lock her in a hidden ce.
This was his usual tactic, after all, he had once held her like a dog on a leash.
"Right now, I hate you and also feel relieved. The thing I''m relieved about is that the person who
saved me 18 years ago wasn''t you. I just mistook the person, but at least I didn''t love the wrong
one. Fortunately, I didn''t love someone as ungrateful and cruel as you."
Brett''s ears buzzed, his heart aching as if cut by a knife. For the first time, he experienced
heartache and the pain of a thousand arrows piercing through him.
"Have you really never loved me at all during our years together?"
Izabe tilted her head andughed, "I only loved that memory, that memory has nothing to do with
you. Brett, you just took something belonging to someone else; how could I possibly like you?"
Brett grabbed her shoulders, staring intently at her face and eyes, trying to find traces of her words.
"I don''t believe it. I saw that box hidden in the basement, with your diary, the scarf you knitted for
me, and your drawing of me. I don''t believe all of it is fake!"
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Izabe suddenly pushed him away. Due to his injured hand and recent stomach pump, Brett was
weak. He was pushed onto the car door, feeling a bit dizzy.
"It''s true, but the premise is that I thought you were the one who saved me back then. Unfortunately,
I mistook the person, giving my true heart to the wrong one. Since you read that diary, you should
know how disappointed I am with you."
Brett remembered thest sentence in the diary.
-"If there is a next life, let''s part ways and find our own happiness."
Just thinking of the oue with Izabe made him ache to the core.
Izabe looked at his painful expression, a hint of pleasure rising in her heart. The more she once
loved Brett, the more she now hated him. No, her hatred had already surpassed a million times.
Unconsciously, she moved closer to the car door, her elbow leaning on the window button.
"Brett, good deeds will be rewarded, and evil deeds will be punished."
Brett pursed his lips, suddenly chuckling bitterly. "I believe it. If I go to hell, I''ll take you with me." So
that they would be together forever.
"Ha ha ha..." Izabe suddenly burst outughing, as if she had heard a joke. Sheughed so hard
that her stomach hurt and tears flowed.
Brett anxiously watched herughter. Herughing face was uglier than crying. He felt as if a bucket
of cold water had drenched his body.
Izabe couldn''t stopughing. Her eyes widened, and her expression twisted, "I''ve been living in
hell already. Brett, I''m waiting for you and Kaley in hell."
It was as if something shattered. What did she mean, she was already living in hell? Before Brett
understood her words, he saw the car window behind Izabe suddenly open.
The wind blew in wildly, messing up her long hair. He shuddered involuntarily, and the scene before
him seemed to slow down.
After Izabe finished speaking, she turned around, propped herself up on the car window, and
forced herself out with a burst of strength.
Her face was filled with a smile, not showing an ounce of fear. As her body fell from the car window,
her jacket flew up like butterfly wings.
It was as if her wings had grown back.
The driver in front had been ignoring everything happening behind him. Driving nervously, he
suddenly heard a "bang" from outside, as if something had fallen out.
"Izabe!"