Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 98

Her hands always seemed to have this lingering stench of blood. Lizetta, with her head tilted back, let her tears mix with the water and disappear without a trace.

She felt pretty pathetic. Even when Evelina had answered her desperate call for help, she couldn’t bring Herself to hate Remington.

Because even though Remington didn’t come to her rescue, it was him who taught her how to survive on her

own.

That incident when she was twelve left a dark shadow in her heart. For a while at school, she’d freak out. whenever a middle–aged male teacher got too close – so much so that she couldn’t even function normally at school.

It was Remington who would cycle with her every day to clear her head and take her to see a therapist.

She didn’t have much faith in therapists, so Remington learned about desensitization therapy by shadowing one and did a ton of research.

Eventually, he took it upon himself to guide her through the desensitization exercises. In the dark, he’d play different roles, pushing her to face and overcome her fears.

He’d then take her out to meet all sorts of middle–aged men, offering encouragement and support until she got better.

If not for that, she would have been a complete mess tonight, trapped in her painful memories with no fight in her.

pressure came from the patience and care

could she possibly hate him? He was her brother, after

same tender care that turned the past four years of

of having and then losing was like a slow poison, spreading

loud knock at the door jarred Lizetta from her thoughts. By then, she was completely drained, slumped in a

up, did you fall

since Remington had finished showering in the guest bathroom, and Lizetta still hadn’t emerged.

man stepped back, ready to kick the door

in a towel, her face ashen and her

“Lizetta, what the hell were you

slightly at Remington, flinging droplets from her

bone–chilling. “Lizetta! Are you trying to kill

Lizetta appeared somewhat innocent and dazed, “Was

under the showerhead feeling dirty. So filthy dirty, and she had scrubbed herself so hard that she didn’t even feel the cold.

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whole body on the verge of collapsing, Remington’s instinct was to pin her

up. “Has the cold water destroyed your brain? Just