Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 14

“So what? He might not be great, but he’s still better than you!”

“Ha, better than me? And you let him kiss you? Don’t forget, Mrs. Dashiell, we’re not divorced yet!”

Lizetta froze, realizing that Remington had gotten the wrong idea.

She instinctively wanted to explain, her lips barely parting when she heard the man’s chilly voice again, “Can’t stand being alone, huh? No wonder you dared to jump into my bed at eighteen!”

Lizetta’s eyes trembled; her blood ran cold. Holding back tears, she said, “Yeah, so you better sign the agreement fast, to save yourself from getting cuckolded. Ah!”

Before she could finish, he pinched her jaw with his fingers, “Is divorce the only thing you’ve got to talk to me about now?”

Lizetta’s lips curled slightly, “Right, why would I keep around a man who won’t even kiss me? To watch him turn into a grumpy old man?”

Remington’s aura grew even colder, his fingers lifting her chin slightly.

She was forced to tilt her head back; her slender neck stretched to a nearly breaking curve, reflecting a soft glow in the dim light.

His thumb and forefinger applied a little pressure, and Lizetta’s lips uncontrollably parted like a fish gasping for air.

“You’re that desperate for a man’s kiss? Fine, I’ll indulge you.”

cold, but the breath on Lizetta’s nose

glared, watching as his handsome and unapproachable face

heart pounded like a drum, yet tears filled her eyes. How much she had once longed for his kiss. But not like this,

slap echoed in the dim hallway, and the faulty sensor

slightly, his thin lips pressed into an unhappy line, his sharp jawline even more resolute, his pale cheek flushed red, as if a cold

face turned pale as tears streamed

to stop flowing. The sensor light went out silently again,

bear the oppressive atmosphere any longer, Remington let her

he turned and walked out

silvery glow on his broad shoulders,

for air; hands trembling, she collapsed to

and the smoke drifted from his thin lips.

punch. He looked up, his deep eyes reflecting a dim light. Seeing the sixth–floor light turn on, he reached out

I saw Remington’s car. Did

Lizetta, sitting on the sofa applying medicine,

of that

“Ouch.”

don’t move.

over, took the cotton swab, and