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.

a lover

freaked out, held

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

stop him was utterly futile. The

pajamas, and

“I didn’t

expected that this time she

the wardrobe, Remington held the doors

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

go find my old

had she never noticed before that Remington was such an imaginative

do you really think you’ll find

by the old lady, all set up so

annoyed, glared at

to let the old lady go to such

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

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is all the same

well have written his disinterest in her

first

the man away and stormed into the bathroom, slamming

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

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

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