Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Remington clearly had enough of her sarcastic comments. Without another word, he scooped her up, intending to tuck her into bed.

Instinctively, Lizetta wrapped her arms around his neck, whispering, "I really need a shower."

"No, you can't do that. The doc said you can't shower today," Remington firmly denied. "You're not a doctor."

"I asked the doctor!" he asserted with conviction, clearly having done his homework.

Lizetta felt a twinge in her heart.

She had thought Remington was like Hanna, only caring about whether Joy could save Joseph's life; and she thought that's why he chased her down. Maybe she had him all wrong.

After all, he didn't push Hanna to get tested and even took the time to ask the doctor about these precautions. It all told that he did care about the baby.

"I just want to wipe down a bit. I feel like I'm starting to stink," Lizetta muttered softly.

a long day dancing at the troupe, she planned to shower in the evening. However, after

leaned in,

away

Remington felt his

a raised eyebrow, he teased, "What's the rush? It's not like you're in front of your fans.

faceless, had indeed attracted a male following. She didn't

down on the bed, patting her head, and

her head away, muttering, "Not

let out a cold chuckle, "Dream on about

already filed for it. In twenty-three days,

out, huh? But let me tell you straight, even when that day comes, I won't be there. Give up on the idea of divorce," Remington said, then ruffled Lizetta's hair, adding, "You don't stink; you still smell sweet. Just relax, stop thinking about doing

from not wanting a divorce to

had everything under tight

found him so infuriating. After staying barely at peace for a moment,