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.

troupe, she planned to shower in the evening. However, after being

in, deeply

her head away in embarrassment, "Stop

her slightly flushed ears, Remington felt his

teased, "What's the rush? It's not like you're in front of your

speechless. Her dance videos on Twitter, though faceless, had indeed attracted a

laid her down on the bed, patting

away, muttering, "Not for much

Remington didn't get mad; instead, he let out a

filed for it. In twenty-three days, we

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

double meaning, from not wanting a divorce to not letting

everything

found him so infuriating. After staying barely at peace for a moment, she felt ready to