Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 21

Over the past two years, though Hanna knew full well that Remington never came home, she still kept feeding her those bitter tonic brews that were supposed to help with childbirth, just to torment her.

Lizetta, in love with Remington, wanted to manage their marriage and her relationship with her mother–in–law well, enduring everything that came her way.

Now that Remington was the one being fed the soup, Lizetta couldn’t care less.

She turned her head away, pretending not to see.

Remington immediately received a “useless thing” look from Fiona.

Remington couldn’t help but chuckle, “Alright, Grandma, I’ll drink it all, making sure not a drop is wasted–your kind intentions are not in vain.”

He was talking to the old lady, but his eyes never left Lizetta, biting off his words with a hint of something

more.

Lizetta felt a shiver down her spine under his gaze, thinking to herself that Remington and Hanna were truly mother and son.

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Caught between their glares, it felt like being between ice and fire at the same time she couldn’t even taste a thing she ate.

That evening, as Remington pushed the bedroom door open, he saw Lizetta standing in front of the wardrobe.

She slammed the wardrobe shut, looking overly startled.

Remington’s eyes narrowed slightly as he stepped forward.

lover hiding

freaked out, held it tight,

just made it seem more as though there was a lover hidden

attempt to stop him was utterly futile. The wardrobe doors swung. open to reveal.

of colorful, skimpy lingerie, pajamas, and

face flushed, “I

house before; Lizetta hadn’t expected that this time she came back, all her proper

wardrobe,

without taking anything, or

speechless, “I’ll go find my old clothes.”

noticed before that Remington was

her shoulder, “Naive, do you really think you’ll find them?”

must have been prepared by the old lady, all set up so Lizetta wouldn’t find anything

glared at

he to let the old lady go to such lengths?

what she was thinking; his handsome face was cold, his deep eyes unemotional, and his thin lips mercilessly

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Chapter 21

wear is all the same to me.”

might as well have written his disinterest in her

first time I’ve seen someone beat around the bush about

the man away and stormed into the

and frowned. The piece she had chosen, although it had the most fabric, turned

anyway. Such attire might be provocative to some, but Remington was as indifferent as a block of iron; what was there to

her mind, Lizetta repeated to herself three times that Remington was frigid, feeling morally protected instantly as she walked out the