Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 6

But this just made it even harder for Lizetta to swallow, it was downright pathetic

Her eyes were blazing with fury. “Yeah, I wanted kids before, but now, no way, no how! I’m still young, why should I go off the deep end and pop out babies for some old geezer! I’m not playing tricks, I’m dead serious about getting a divorce!”

“Ha, divorce? Screw up, trash my stuff, and then wave divorce in my face like some kind of threat! Don’t forget how you landed the title of Mrs. Dashiell. You gotta earn the right to even talk about splitting up”

He just laughed off her words, not even finding them funny. He seemed livid, a vein throbbing on his forehead as he gripped her chin and commanded.

“Take it back!”

“Or what? I’ll spit in your face and we’ll see if you can take that back, Lizetta shot back defiantly, locking eyes

with him.

In the distance, the glare of approaching headlights shone, casting a pale light on Lizetta’s ashen face and her nearly bare, alabaster body. She was terrified and tried to dodge out of the way, but Remington held her shoulder firmly. The light grew brighter, and he watched her disheveled helplessness with malicious

amusement.

Lizetta was shaking and cowering, wisely yelling out, “I’m sorry!”

The next second, the man grabbed a blanket and wrapped her up in it haphazardly, while Lizetta scrambled to the side in a panic.

He let her crawl away, picking up the shredded dress and shaking it out in disbelief.

Of course, no earring would fall out. Only then did Remington believe that the earrings were truly gone.

at you, growing a backbone! Lizetta, there’s a limit to this nonsense!”

some petty issue, and had the guts

divorce.

of the car, slammed the

her lips shut, scared that if she opened her mouth, she would burst into tears.

and would never see her scars.

up

muster just to let go of

face, glanced at her through the rearview mirror, feeling a twinge of

have thrown herself at him and begged for forgiveness when he got mad,

silent Back at the villa, Remington carried Lizetta, blanket and all, out of

no one was home, and the place

The sound of running

no more?”

and a bit cool, Lizetta’s right leg was propped on the edge of the tub, her legs forced apart in a humiliating position

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tried to pull her leg back, but Remington held her

death! Warm up and get out to treat those

after saying that, not lingering

exhaustion. On the balcony, Remington tore off

the smoke, spoke into the phone, giving the

Lizetta still had the earrings on; it