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.

distinct heat pressed against Lizetta’s hip, and her

She stiffened, her voice

skin behind her ear, his voice husky to

her neck to avoid his scorching

you

somewhat adorable, like a proud cat refusing to be docilely petted.

lips parted slightly, kissing the sensitive skin behind her ear, his

know why my grandma gave me that soup?”

was annoyed, “I let it be because I knew you were

first year after their marriage, he hadn’t

lost. She had tried every

arms and her towel dropped, leaving her bare on top of him, he stayed as composed as a monk and even offered her a glass

taste and crave more, but even after breaking his

he did, and each lasted so long and exceeded the usual count, she would have suspected he had

level of self–control, he was the bane of Viagra; grandma’s tonic soup was nothing to him.

down if I didn’t live

over and pinned Lizetta beneath him, his overwhelming

hands, “Don’t! I

the one accusing me of not satisfying you, talking about divorce? From today on,

open the woman’s neckline.

lightning outside illuminated the woman’s face, making it stand out against the

face was pale, making her

didn’t

he understood at that

agreement, her

by

do you want if not me in

brimmed with tears as

for sure! Get off me!” Her nose felt sour as she remembered the nights she had waited for him,

when she was finally getting over him and they were about to divorce, why was he provoking

fiber of her being, her eyes glistening with

he stared at her intently. Just as Lizetta felt like she was drowning

of relief, though her

eyes, forcing herself

long time, and just when she thought Remington had fallen asleep, his icy voice cut through the

not getting divorced.

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

“But…I miss Remi.”

the Remington who used to treat her with

to find her brother

to each other, even the warmth in their memories

man behind her said nothing.

thought he hadn’t heard her, but then she heard the sound of the

knock, knock.

in an instant.

was with Evelina; they were all over the trending searches, yet she didn’t

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

with severe psychological trauma. It was probably Remington

making her scream and cry, Remington

arms.

psychologist’s intervention, her condition didn’t improve. One night, Remington turned over in bed

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floor with a pillow, her forehead swollen into a

He nearly lost it and with a grimace,

the next day, as soon as he fell asleep, there was a 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

had another bed set up right next to his, with a folding screen in between. Even so, there would always be an extra lump on his bed at night.

of Zion City spent his whole adolescence with