Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 87

Lizetta was scared stiff as she propped herself up, her knees awkwardly and clumsily shuffling backward, a bitter irony in her strong demeanor.

“Mr. Dashiell, when did you start moonlighting as a sushi chef, how come I–ah!”

Remington came over, his hand wielding a knife that he thrust down fiercely.

Lizetta screamed, closing her eyes.

Of course, there was no pain, but when she opened her eyes, she saw her large tail fin pinned to the bed by his knife, unable to pull it free despite her efforts.

She was immobilized.

Remington sat down beside the bed, casually tugging at the pinned tail fin, asking.

*Realized your mistake yet?”

Lizetta didn’t think she had done anything wrong. She turned her head, tears swirling in her eyes.

“I earn my keep, and if you think I’ve shamed you or tarnished the Dashiell family name, then hurry up and let’s get the divorce papers.”

Her words only fanned the flames, and Remington’s face turned cold as he gripped the knife handle and slashed upwards.

Rip!

Lizetta clenched her eyes shut, feeling as if her legs had felt the cold sharpness of the blade.

tail fin was split, and although she broke out in a cold sweat, her legs were finally free.

bent her knees and

them upwards, Lizetta’s knees pressed into her stomach, a humiliating position that left her immobile,

for food and clothes,

His

and Lizetta, biting her lip, was

past two years, his secretary would transfer half a million to her account every month, and the latest fashion and bags were delivered to her door

too; she had

he had given

because of this, Lizetta could never hold her head up in their marriage, lacking the

tall.

for desiring his love,

pinched Lizetta’s chin, forcing

in her eyes, but her lips curled up

I’m like your pet canary. No, at least a sugar daddy gets pleasure from keeping a pet canary. But you don’t love me. After marrying me, you

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owed him a great debt, feeling that even liking him was

make money, paying into the Dashiell family account every

paid it all back, maybe then she

Unfortunately, later on.

efforts were probably a joke in

and energy on an ingrate. Ha, at least an ingrate has warm blood, unlike you, now a cold–hearted,