Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Remington pinched the bridge of his nose, frustration clear in his voice. "I don't agree with you giving birth at Skyline Hospital." Lizetta replied with a detached tone, "It's my body, my choice of hospital."

Remington scoffed coldly, "But I'm Daisyy's father. You'd need my signature to even get into the delivery room!"

With no other family to turn to, Lizetta indeed would need Remington's signature when the time came.

Angered, she turned around swiftly and swung at him, shouting, "Jerk! Using this as a threat, are you even a man?"

But Remington, as if anticipating her move, caught her hand effortlessly and retorted icily, "If I wasn't a man, how would Daisyy even exist?"

Lizetta glared back, teeth gritted in frustration.

Remington's expression softened a bit, "Skyline Hospital doesn't have the amenities private clinics offer. Even if not for your sake, don't you want Daisyy to have the best care and protection possible? Don't be stubborn."

He always seemed so reasonable, so considerate.

Yet Lizetta felt exhausted. She closed her eyes and when she opened them again, her emotions had turned indifferent.

years of marriage, you barely cared about me. Now that we're divorced, suddenly you want

he responded, his

frustration, her tone dripping with

can manage? No

fell on the scratch

a slight sting

slightly, recalling

I was just waking her up when she accidentally scratched me. That's all there is to it, nothing more between us." But Lizetta couldn't stop imagining Stella crying for comfort in

her hand away, "I'm not jealous. I don't love you anymore,

Remington suddenly leaned

back of the chair

r chin, insisting, "You

If that were true, why can't you treat me

her resolve waver. She tried to push him

her hands above her head and pressed his lips against hers in a kiss far more passionate and deep than any before, as if to ignite the buried feelings and

attempts to resist turned into muffled sobs, dissolving into the heat