Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Lizetta simply couldn't take it anymore.

She had never intended to compete with Stella for anything. It was Stella who had intruded into her marriage.

Even so, she had stepped back at every turn, fleeing far from the chaos.

Yet the Wests wouldn't let her be, intent on hunting her down.

Absolutely malicious!

But Ray hadn't said much when he came over, and even she was guessing-had Remington already known it was the Wests doing?

Her eyes widened in shock, "You knew all along? Stella helped me flee the country, and as soon as I landed, the Wests had people searching for me..." Mentioning her escape, Remington's handsome face darkened.

"Otherwise, how do you think I found you?"

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"Well, that's quite the revelation. I thought even if I accused the Wests, given your fondness for them, you'd suspect me of slandering them."

A pang of pain hit Remington's heart, his expression turning gloomy.

What did he now represent in her eyes?

His chest heaved slightly, unable to contain his frustration any longer; he abruptly reached out, his hand clasping Lizetta's neck.

The sudden closeness made Lizetta's breath hitch, somewhat frightened by his brooding demeanor.

to twist away, but his grip

He was in control.

breath becoming labored, thinking

just inches away, his

wouldn't be here right now. Liz, do

with accusation and

hers, emotions swirling, bloodshot-indicating he too hadn't had

her tongue, tasting

be heartless, then she wouldn't keep hoping for

now, she couldn't

against his shoulder, stating, "I'll come back with you, but on

lit up in Remington's heart, he released Lizetta, his expression brightening for the

didn't even wait to hear her condition before

an eyebrow, "Aren't you going to ask

doesn't matter. I

pert nose

more important than having his wife come

he heard

condition is

froze, his

of spring,

into

harsh winter by a brutal