Chapter 18

“Shoes, you say?”

Remington didn’t utter a word, but his eyes were dripping with sarcasm, as if he was saying, “What else did you think you’d be taking off?”

Lizetta, fuming, turned her head away, ignoring him. The man frowned, forcibly lifted her leg onto his knee to check her injury, and only let go when he saw it was healing well.

The ride back was silent; neither of them spoke a word. When they arrived at the Dashiell family’s mansion, Lizetta opened the car door, ready to get out, when her right hand was suddenly gripped tight.

Turning around, she saw the man lifting her hand and sliding a ring onto her ring finger.

It was the wedding ring that she had taken off and left at Oakridge Heights, along with her earrings.

Lizetta was stunned – after all, this was the first time he’d put the ring on her. They hadn’t had a wedding ceremony; he’d gone abroad the same day they got their marriage certificate and was gone for months.

The wedding ring had been prepared by Fiona; Lizetta had put it on herself and never took it off again, while Remington only started wearing his a year later, after they had resumed marital relations.

To her, the ring symbolized the marriage, but what she ended up defending was nothing more than the cold

shell of it.

Lizetta thought about taking it off, but Remington suddenly intertwined their fingers, “Grandma’s been unwell lately; don’t be so headstrong!”

a slight

was just trying to scare her, but upon entering the living room, she

dosage not like before. Lizetta didn’t dare bring

dinner, Hanna and Remington’s father

out a scornful laugh, her eyes brimming with disdain, “Making a fuss about divorce and then crawling back to the house – shameless, spineless

the kitchen, Hanna followed her in.

Lizetta turned and smiled at her, “Yeah, how could I give up

played along with Hanna’s insinuations, which only darkened Hanna’s mood further, “You finally admit it. I should show Remington this side of you!” Hanna

old lady’s favorite dishes, leaving the rest to the servants. After leaving the kitchen, she headed

also there. The old lady, propped

lady asked, “Are you two getting a divorce without telling me?”

tell Fiona about her plans

and worried, as if she had aged a decade in a moment. The hand

moved, but the

1/2

Chapter 18

pulled her into his embrace, “Grandma Fiona, we’re doing good Right, honey?” Head down,

heart. It was the first time he called her “honey“, and even if it was

murmured, “Yeah, we’re good.”

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255