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.

against Lizetta’s hip,

her voice quivering slightly.

ear, his voice husky to the extreme, “Why so nervous?”

her neck to avoid his scorching

do you

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

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

you know why my grandma gave me that soup?”

be because I knew you were frigid!”

after their marriage, he hadn’t touched her.

had tried every shameless seduction tactics.

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 of ice water to

more, but even after breaking

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

the bane of Viagra; grandma’s tonic soup was nothing to

be letting you down if I didn’t live up to

Lizetta beneath him, his overwhelming pheromones enveloping

hands, “Don’t! I

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

ripped open the

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

and delicate face was pale, making her

truly didn’t want it.

understood at

divorce agreement, her

in his eyes vanished in an instant, replaced by a frosty edge as he fiercely grasped

not me in my bed?”

brimmed with tears as she glared back at him.

you, that’s for sure! Get off me!” Her nose felt sour as she remembered the nights she had waited for him, how he had left her alone

finally getting over him and they were about to

of her being, her

Lizetta felt like she was

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

her eyes, forcing herself to sleep.

reigned for a long time, and just when she thought Remington

not getting

eyes; it took a

“But…I miss Remi.”

to treat her

find her

become unrecognizable to each other, even

spoke softly, and the man behind her said

she heard the sound of the wall being

knock.

in an

Evelina; they were all over the trending searches, yet

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

to death, leaving her with severe psychological trauma. It was

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

arms.

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

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the girl sitting on the floor with a pillow, her forehead swollen into a large lump, her eyes brimming

then, Remington was only fourteen with a temper. He nearly lost it and with a grimace,

was discovered, she would hold a pillow and shrink at the foot of the bed, not daring to make a sound, biting the corner of the

next to his, with a folding screen in between. Even so, there would always be an extra lump on his

to well–behaved because of this, and the wildest young master of Zion City spent his whole adolescence with