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

knees and kicked

grabbed her feet and bent them upwards, Lizetta’s knees pressed into her stomach, a humiliating position that left her immobile, her face red with

that I’m lacking money for food and clothes, that you need to go

His

and Lizetta, biting her lip, was too tired

secretary would transfer half a million to her account every month, and the latest fashion and bags

too; she had it

he had given

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

tall.

for desiring his love, feeling unworthy.

pinched Lizetta’s chin, forcing her to face him.

were in her eyes, but her lips

from keeping a pet canary. But you don’t love me. After marrying me, you came home even less, spending years abroad. You shouldn’t be

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feeling that even liking him

money, paying into the Dashiell

all back, maybe then she could leave the Dashiell family

Unfortunately, later on.

probably a joke

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