Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

The call ended, and Remington reached out once again to grasp Lizetta's hand in his, saying, "Why are your hands still so cold? Do you want to go back to bed and lie down?" Lizetta quickly withdrew her hand, "Thanks for tonight, but you don't have to worry about Hans anymore."

Lizetta was serious about the divorce from Remington, and that meant she couldn't rely on him for everything anymore.

"What do you mean?" Remington's gaze darkened, his jawline tensing.

Lizetta shook her head, standing up to say, "Hans served fourteen years, he's been punished. I'm not a little kid anymore, he can't hurt me now, I..."

"Can't hurt you? Really!"

Remington suddenly interrupted her, grabbing her wrist and pulling her towards the bathroom.

Lizetta stumbled as he led her into the bathroom and up to the vanity.

"What's gotten into you? Let go..."

Just as Lizetta managed to wrest her wrist from his grasp, Remington moved behind her, stretching his arms out on the vanity.

He trapped her between his body and the vanity, looking down at her sharply through the mirror.

a ghost.

in

of oppression from Remington standing so close behind

couples shouldn't be

it won't be like this. Besides, having a bodyguard is enough, you really don't need to do more." Remington suddenly lifted his

owe me anything more, is

tense, as if he could barely restrain himself from choking

the psychological shadow Hans had cast over Lizetta better than

she'd rather face Hans

was like a knife, piercing his heart

his eyes, her nod cold and clear, "We're divorced, it's

Remington turned pale with

heaving slightly

to control

Lizetta thought he'd storm out, he

you so afraid of in your

deaning slightly so his deep gaze could scrutinize her, not missing a flicker of her emotional shifts-including the brief flash of

hands clenched tightly, "I'm not