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 quivering slightly.

behind her ear, his voice husky

her neck to avoid

you

movements were somewhat adorable, like a proud cat

slightly, kissing the sensitive skin behind her ear, his

you know why my grandma gave me

be because I knew you

year after their marriage, he hadn’t

had tried every shameless seduction tactics.

he would still turn a blind eye. Even when she fell into his arms and her towel dropped, leaving her bare on top of him, he stayed

more, but even after breaking his

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

of Viagra; grandma’s tonic soup was nothing

down if I didn’t

he spoke, he flipped over and pinned Lizetta beneath him, his overwhelming pheromones

“Don’t! I don’t want this!”

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

open the

lightning outside illuminated the woman’s face, making it

her eyes look especially

didn’t

he understood at

agreement, her mind

an instant, replaced by a frosty edge as

you want if not

tears as she

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

finally getting over him and they were about to divorce, why was

being, her eyes glistening with unshed

as Lizetta felt like

sigh of relief, though her heart was heavy with an indescribable sadness.

forcing herself to

thought Remington had fallen asleep, his icy voice cut through the

we’re not getting divorced.

hitched and she opened her eyes; it

“But…I miss Remi.”

Remington who used to treat her with tenderness, the one who had cherished her..

wanted to find

continued this way, they would become unrecognizable to each other, even the

the man behind her said nothing.

heard her, but then she heard the sound of the wall

knock. Knock.

eyes moistened in

Evelina; they were all over the

deciding 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 who brought her back to the Dashiell family, and Lizetta only trusted

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

arms.

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

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the lights, he saw the girl sitting on the floor with a pillow, her forehead swollen into a

nearly lost it and

rustling behind him again; not daring to come closer, as soon as she was discovered, she would hold a

another bed set up right next to his, with a folding screen in between. Even

of Zion City spent his whole adolescence with a princess bed in his room, even taking on