Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 179

Lizetta bit her lip, “I just wanted to save Yoll, I thought…

Thought what? That I’d go soft on you? You think you can just show up, put on a little act, and I’d be at your beck and call?”

Lizetta’s unfinished words were effortlessly decoded by Remington.

And that just made him even more despicable. He saw right through her, just toying with her, and tears Welled up even more in Lizetta’s tightly shut eyes.

Remington was irritated by what he saw, his words growing sharper, “I only go soft for my sister and my wife. What are you now? Presenting yourself like some plaything, barely started and already blubbering? How low can you stoop!”

This was the girl he’d raised. Four years ago she’d been foolish enough to drug him, and now she hadn’t learned her lesson.

The thought that she’d rather degrade herself than return as Mrs. Dashiell made Remington wish he could crush her rebellious spirit.

Lizetta couldn’t handle the insults any longer. She opened her eyes, which were red with rage, “Yes, it was my fault! I’m low; I’ve learned my lesson. Oh, high and mighty Mr. Dashiell, can you let me go now? And stop acting like some debauchee who enjoys being seduced by my tricks!”

A vein throbbed on Remington’s forehead, and the hand on her waist suddenly clenched into a fist.

stood straight, saying, “Don’t flatter yourself. I’m not that into women who throw themselves at me.”

clothes to get dressed, while her phone kept ringing on the table. She feared there might be new developments from the police station,

her prenatal checkup, and left Jenny’s name. She had taken sleeping pills today, worried and restless; she had asked Jenny to consult the doctor. Lizetta hadn’t expected Jenny

hung up.

she let out a sigh of relief, Remington’s probing voice came

and the clothes

his question clearly showed suspicion. Lizetta pushed down her guilt and glared at Remington, her eyes red, “Do I look like I’m in any state to answer

but Remington’s scrutinizing gaze didn’t

the one you went with for the prenatal checkup? Why is she

up her clothes again and casually

bother making up a bunch of excuses, which seemed to dispel Remington’s doubts as he turned and

Exhausted, thinking. of Yolanda still at

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head down, she left the villa, scrolling through her phone contacts, considering asking Lucian for

driver, Christ, lowered the window, “Mrs. Dashiell, Mr. Dashiell asked me to take you to