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

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

it seem more as though there was

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

variety of colorful, skimpy lingerie, pajamas, and some unexpectedly racy

“I didn’t

here at the old house before; Lizetta hadn’t expected that this time she came back, all her proper clothes would be gone from the

wardrobe,

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

go find my

never noticed before that Remington was such

shoulder, “Naive, do you really

have been prepared by the old lady, all set up

annoyed, glared at Remington.

the

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

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Chapter 21

you wear is all

have written his disinterest in her

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

the

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

to some, but Remington was as indifferent as a

to herself three times that Remington was frigid, feeling morally protected instantly as