Chapter 311
"Brett, you know this ain''t right..."
Brett questioned, "Kaley, don''t tell me you''re just figuring out who I am?"
She''d known Brett for years, knew his deep-seated grudges, and more importantly, knew he didn''t
give a damn about thew.
Kaley, trembling, watched as the man approached her. Cold to the bone, she seemed like a
withered leaf in the winter wind, ready to crumble at any moment.
Her bloodshot eyes fixed on the cold-hearted man, "Brett, don''t tell me you''ve felt nothing for me in
these seven years?"
"Feelings?" Brett scoffed like he''d heard a bad joke, "Do I need to remind you how you tricked me
all these years? Kaley, you lied to me, I saw you as nothing more than a stand-in."
Just like Izabe, she only loved the guy who bought her donuts and brought her home many years
ago. He wasn''t the guy, but he yed the part willingly; only Izabe wouldn''t even give him the
chance to be the recement.
Who was being used? Who really fell in love?
"Brett, your lovees cheap. All these years with you, I can''t evenpare to Izabe who saved
you once. We''ve known each other for over a decade, hell, even a dog would''ve grown fond by
now."
Brett stared coldly at Kaley''s clown-like face, "Don''t make yourself out to be some saint. If you really
loved me, you wouldn''t have hopped into bed with another guy, let alone got caught red-handed."
He knew deep down, he was the real viinpared to Kaley. He didn''t even have the right to
me her; they were both thieves of love.
Brett didn''t cut off Kaley''s hand or tongue; he just had her dumped in a poor vige. She wanted a
life of luxury, didn''t she? Well, he''d make sure she didn''t get it. Let her beg for a living, bowing down
to the people she once looked down upon.
Both physically and mentally, Brett inflicted dual torment on Kaley. She was left in a state where she
wished to live but couldn''t, wished to die but couldn''t.
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Two weekster, Brett heard about Kaley again. A reporter had run into her while traveling, a
reporter who had been invited to Kaley and Brett''s engagement party.
Among all the unscrupulous reporters, he was one of the worst. As long as it was trending, he didn''t
care about if it was right or wrong. He posted Kaley''s pathetic behaviors online, even hired some
PR firms to promote it.
The once-fiancée of the Windham Group''s CEO, who publicly cuckolded her fiancé at their
engagement party, and was exposed in a shameful video, now lived a wretched life, reviled like a
rat.
Brett nced at the news and ignored it. What did it matter to him whether Kaley lived or died?
Little did he expect, the next time he heard about Kaley, it was news of her death. In the mid-May
summer, Kaley passed away. Her dposed body was disfigured beyond recognition.
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After dealing with Kaley, Brett prepared to return to R City. He didn''t bring any luggage, only the
porcin urn that held his child''s ashes.
Touching the urn, his voice hoarse, he said, "Baby, your mommy doesn''t want me anymore... If
you''re with her, take good care of her."
Feeling the cold on his face, Brett touched the wet urn and realized that he had been crying
unconsciously.
After returning to R City, he buried the porcin urn in arge cemetery. There was a tombstone but
no name, a lonely grave.
In the wintery twilight, the sight was deste and mncholy. Brett sat by the grave, "Izabe, if we
had metter, when I understood what love was, could we have made it to the end?"
Meeting the right person at the wrong time, no matter what the journey was, the story always ended
in tragedy.
And their journey had only been filled with pain.
Brett sat by the grave from dusk till nightfall, looking up at the starry sky. The sky was already filled
with stars, there couldn''t be any more of them.
Brett stood up, his figure lonely. He walked three steps forward, turned around to look at the grave
onest time. No matter how many times he looked back, there would be no one left behind him.
"If you get tired out there,e back and rest. I won''t bother you, I promise."
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