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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Chapter 22

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.

heat pressed against Lizetta’s hip, and her

her voice quivering slightly.

behind her ear, his voice husky to the

tilted her neck to

you

a proud cat refusing to be docilely petted.

skin behind her ear, his voice huskier than ever.

grandma gave me that

it be because I knew you were frigid!”

their marriage, he hadn’t touched

had tried every shameless

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,

a taste and crave more, but even after

it weren’t for those few times he did, and each lasted so long and exceeded the usual count,

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

you down if I didn’t live up to that expectation!”

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

hands, “Don’t!

you, talking about divorce? From today on, let’s make up for it. Four times in one night, is that enough?”

forcefully ripped open the woman’s

the woman’s face, making it

pale, making her eyes

truly didn’t want

he understood at that

agreement, her mind was set on splitting up.

vanished in an instant, replaced by a frosty edge as he fiercely grasped Lizetta’s small face.

not me in my

eyes brimmed with tears as she

remembered the nights she had

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

of her being, her eyes glistening

at her intently. Just as Lizetta felt like she was drowning in the man’s oppressive

though her heart was heavy with an

forcing herself to sleep.

when she thought Remington had

getting divorced. Dream

it

“But…I miss Remi.”

used to treat her with tenderness, the one who had

find

feared that if they continued this way, they would become unrecognizable to

and the man

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

knock, knock. Knock.

moistened in an instant.

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

deciding on divorce, she didn’t cry, but now the tears she had

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

Remington would rush to her side, comforting her until she calmed down and fell asleep

arms.

improve. One night, Remington turned

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sitting on the floor with a pillow,

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

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

bed set up right next to his, with a folding screen in between. Even so, there would always be

Zion City spent