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.

lover hiding

but Lizetta, freaked out, held it

seem more as though there was a lover hidden

attempt to stop him was utterly futile. The

of colorful, skimpy lingerie, pajamas, and some unexpectedly

“I

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

shut the wardrobe,

without taking anything, or expecting me to bring you something mid–shower?

“I’ll go find my old clothes.”

she never noticed before that

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

old lady, all set up so

glared

was he to let the old lady

handsome face was cold, his deep

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whatever, whatever you wear is

written his disinterest in

grabbed the most conservative piece she could find, “This is the first time

away and stormed into the bathroom, slamming the door with a

up and changing, Lizetta looked at herself in the mirror and frowned. The piece she had chosen, although it had the most fabric, turned out to be a nurse’s

might be provocative to some, but Remington was as indifferent

mind, Lizetta repeated to herself three times that Remington was frigid, feeling morally