Twisted Ties of Love (Izabella Salotti and Brett) novel Chapter 114

The hypnosis session with Izabella took place a week later, 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 Izabella down were gradually moved away, revealing her scarred inside.

"Tell me about your relationship 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 to comfort her. "Don't worry, it's just the two of us here, and no one else can hear you."

It took a while for the psychiatrist's reassurance to work, but eventually, Izabella 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 his composure. "Why do you obsess over him so much? You've loved him for sixteen whole years?"

"Sixteen years," not sixteen days.

Izabella 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 Izabella, 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 session lasted two hours, and when the doctor emerged from the room into the hallway, he saw Brett sitting on a long bench.

"I saved her?" Izabella 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 explanation was that Izabella had mistaken him for someone else. The thought of Izabella 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.