Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 22

Threads of allure, tugging at his heartstrings.

A surge of restless fire shot straight to his lower belly, roaming through his body, turning into an unquenchable heat that surged out through his nostrils.

Remington jerked his head up.

Damn, what had grandmother give him to drink? His nosebleed was flowing as if he’s caught some dreadful disease!

Lizetta lay on the bed, phone in hand. Thinking of Lucian’s room being cleaned up, she decided to google some information about Lucian.

A flood of headlines popped up on the Internet.

#Seraphine Realm’s Racing Prodigy #

#A Whirlwind Life of the First F1 driver #

#Ardentia’s Most Promising Racer #

#23–year–old Lucian Bags a Milestone Point in His F1 Debut, Ready to Return Home#l

Lizetta’s lips curled up as she read, her eyes shining with pride, joy, and envious aspiration.

It wasn’t until she heard noise from the bathroom that she hurriedly flipped her phone face down on the nightstand, pulled the covers to feign sleep.

Remington, toweling off his hair, walked toward the bed, noticed the glowing phone screen, and reached out to

turn it off.

He paused as he inadvertently saw the content on the screen.

The man glanced at the woman on the bed, her eyes tightly closed, his expression indiscernible.

Lizetta, with her eyes closed, stiffened at the sound. Remington definitely knew she was faking sleep.

Just as she was about to open her eyes in annoyance, the man didn’t expose her. Instead, he put down the phone and seemed to head to the balcony. Lizetta opened her eyes to see his blurred figure leaning against the railing, his robe fluttering in the wild wind, with a dot of crimson at his fingertip.

Out there with the lightning and thunder, and he’s lighting up a smoke. When did his nicotine addiction ramp up?

She didn’t give it much thought and closed her eyes again. certain that Remington knew she was pretending to sleep.

The bed dipped behind her, but she didn’t pay it any mind.

After all, they had been married for two years, and even after their intimate moments, Remington would usually sleep in another room.

Tonight, with Fiona watching, they had to sleep together, but she was well aware of their boundaries, they would definitely sleep separately.

Just as she was about to fall into deep sleep again, the man’s strong arms suddenly wrapped around her waist from behind and gently pulled her in.

Lizetta was drawn into the man’s warm embrace, and through the thin fabric, she could clearly feel the scorching heat of his body and the firm lines of his chest and abs.

He had taken off his robe.

The man’s slightly hoarse voice was right by her ear, “Asleep?”

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The thunder rumbled again, and while the wind howled outside, the temperature inside rose rapidly

Lizetta instantly awoke, her heart pounding as loud as the thunder outside.

As she was still bewildered, the man’s lower half pressed against her.

hip, and her

She stiffened, her voice quivering slightly.

lingered on the tender skin behind her ear, his voice husky

tilted her neck to avoid his scorching breath.

do you mean?”

somewhat adorable, like a

behind her ear, his

why my grandma

be because I knew you were frigid!”

year after their marriage, he hadn’t touched her.

lost. She had tried every shameless seduction tactics.

in skimpy clothes, he would still turn a blind eye. Even when she fell into his arms and her towel dropped, leaving her bare

but even after breaking his celibacy, he barely touched her that

and exceeded the usual count, she would have suspected he had some

his level of self–control, he was the bane of Viagra; grandma’s tonic soup was

if I didn’t live up to

Lizetta beneath him, his overwhelming pheromones

hands, “Don’t! I don’t

Weren’t you the one accusing me of not satisfying you, talking about divorce? From today on, let’s make

open the

making it stand out against the night

making her eyes look especially pitiful and full

didn’t want

froze; he understood at

burned that divorce agreement, her

lust in his eyes vanished in an instant, replaced by a frosty edge

if not me in my

eyes brimmed with tears as she glared

sour as she remembered the nights she had waited for him, how he had left her alone in their bedroom.

they were about to divorce, why was he provoking

of her being, her eyes glistening

stared at her intently. Just as Lizetta felt like she

a sigh of relief, though her heart was heavy

her eyes, forcing herself

Remington had

getting divorced. Dream

opened her eyes; it took a moment before she whispered back.

“But…I miss Remi.”

who used to treat her with tenderness, the one who had

find her brother again.

become unrecognizable to each other, even the warmth in their memories would be

spoke softly, and the man behind her said

she heard the sound of the wall

knock, knock.

in an

over the trending

when deciding on divorce, she didn’t cry, but now the tears she had held back silently cascaded down like a

with severe psychological trauma. It was probably Remington who brought

her room next to Remington’s, and when nightmares plagued her, making her scream and cry, Remington would rush to her

arms.

intervention, her condition didn’t improve. One night, Remington turned over in bed and kicked a

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floor with a pillow, her forehead swollen into a large

a temper. He nearly lost it and with

rustling behind him again; not daring to come closer, as soon as she was discovered, she would hold a pillow and shrink at the foot of the bed, not daring to make a

screen in between. Even so, there would always be an extra lump on his bed

to well–behaved because of this, and the wildest young master of Zion City spent his whole adolescence with a princess bed in his room, even taking on the