Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

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!”

slight pain where the wedding ring chafed against

but upon entering the living room, she saw the old lady taking

pills were in handfuls, the dosage not like before. Lizetta didn’t dare bring up divorce

Remington’s father Nathan came home.

let out a scornful laugh, her eyes brimming with disdain, “Making a fuss about divorce and then crawling back to

kitchen, Hanna

how

finally admit it. I

favorite dishes, leaving the rest to the

surprise, Remington was also there. The old lady, propped up in bed, beckoned, “Liz, come here”

beside the bed, Lizetta took her hand, and the old lady asked,

her chance to tell Fiona about

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

but the words wouldn’t come out.

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

to her heart. It was the first time he called her “honey“, and

murmured, “Yeah,