Twisted Ties of Love

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 the law.

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 Izabella, she only loved the guy who bought her donuts and brought her home many years ago. He wasn't the guy, but he played the part willingly; only Izabella wouldn't even give him the chance to be the replacement.

Who was being used? Who really fell in love?

"Brett, your love comes cheap. All these years with you, I can't even compare to Izabella 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 villain compared to Kaley. He didn't even have the right to blame 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 village. 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.

Two weeks later, 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. Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Brett glanced 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 decomposed 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 porcelain 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 porcelain urn in a large cemetery. There was a tombstone but no name, a lonely grave.

In the wintery twilight, the sight was desolate and melancholy. Brett sat by the grave, "Izabella, if we had met later, 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 one last time. No matter how many times he looked back, there would be no one left behind him.

"If you get tired out there, come back and rest. I won't bother you, I promise."

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