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.

—-

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.

a lover hiding

for the handle, but Lizetta, freaked out, held it tight, “Don’t open

made it seem more as though there

and her feeble attempt to stop him was utterly futile. The

colorful, skimpy lingerie, pajamas, and some unexpectedly

“I didn’t buy

expected that this time she came back, all her proper clothes would

to shut the wardrobe, Remington held

run around naked after your bath without taking anything, or expecting me to bring you

speechless, “I’ll go find

had she never noticed before that Remington was such

you really think you’ll find

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

annoyed, glared at

to let the

probably knew what she was thinking; his handsome face was cold, his deep eyes unemotional, and his thin

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wear is all the same

have written his disinterest

grabbed the most conservative piece she could find, “This is the first time I’ve seen someone beat around the bush about being blind.”

stormed into the

up and changing, Lizetta looked at herself in the mirror and frowned. The piece she had chosen, although

Such attire might be provocative to some, but Remington was as indifferent as a

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