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.

Lizetta, there’s a limit to this

its significance, she tossed it away over some petty issue, and

divorce.

straightened his clothes, got out of the car, slammed the door hard, and

clamping her lips shut, scared that if she

love her, didn’t trust her, and would never see her scars. Even now, he still thought she was

up

didn’t realize the courage she had to muster just to let go of the

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

herself at him and begged for forgiveness when he

at the villa, Remington carried Lizetta, blanket and all, out

the hospital, no one was home, and the place was pitch

up to the second floor and into the bathroom. The sound of running water filled the space, and Lizetta struggled to lift her head. “What are you doing?”

dead no

Lizetta right into the tub. The water in the tub was shallow and a bit cool, Lizetta’s right leg was propped

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her leg back, but Remington held her knee down.

up and get out to treat those wounds, and keep your feet dry.”

left after saying that,

balcony, Remington tore off his tie and lit a cigarette, his Adam’s apple bobbing, smoke billowing

voice, raspy from the smoke, spoke into the phone, giving the license plate

on; it wasn’t hard