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.

pressed against Lizetta’s hip, and

stiffened, her voice quivering

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

neck to avoid his scorching breath.

do you

evasive movements were somewhat adorable, like a proud cat refusing to be

kissing the sensitive skin behind her ear, his voice

grandma gave me

“I let it be because I knew you

after their marriage, he

lost. She had tried

even when she paraded around him in skimpy clothes, 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 as composed as a monk and even offered her a glass of ice water

more, but even

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

was the bane of

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

Lizetta beneath him, his

raising her hands, “Don’t! I don’t

of not satisfying you, talking about divorce? From today on,

forcefully ripped open the woman’s neckline.

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

face was pale, making her eyes look especially pitiful and full of

truly didn’t want

understood at

divorce agreement, her mind was set on

an instant, replaced by a frosty edge as he

do you want if not me

as she

sour as she remembered the nights she

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

with every fiber of her being, her eyes glistening with unshed

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

though her heart was heavy

closed her eyes, forcing herself to

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

we’re not getting divorced.

eyes; it took a moment before she

“But…I miss Remi.”

treat her with tenderness, the one who

to find her brother

they would become unrecognizable to each other, even the

spoke softly, and the man behind her

he hadn’t heard her, but then she

knock.

moistened in

was with Evelina; they were all over the trending searches, yet

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

to when she was eight, nearly beaten to death, leaving her with severe psychological trauma. It was probably Remington who

and when nightmares plagued her, making her scream and cry, Remington would rush to her side, comforting her until she calmed down

arms.

night, Remington turned over in bed and

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on the floor with a pillow, her forehead

lost

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 a sound, biting the corner of the pillow as large tears

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

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 role of