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

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

more as though there was a

him was utterly futile. The wardrobe doors swung. open to

pajamas,

“I didn’t buy these!”

before; Lizetta hadn’t expected that this time she came back, all her proper clothes would be gone from the wardrobe.

tried to shut the wardrobe, Remington held the

bath without taking anything, or expecting me to

speechless, “I’ll go find my old

that Remington was such

do you really think you’ll find

have been prepared by the old lady, all set up so

annoyed, glared at Remington.

the old lady go to

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

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Chapter 21

you wear is all the same to me.”

might as well have written his disinterest in her on

conservative piece she could find, “This is the first time I’ve seen someone beat around the bush

into the bathroom, slamming the door with

piece she had chosen, although it had the most fabric, turned out to be a

but Remington was as indifferent as a block of iron; what was

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