Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Lizetta stared at him, his appearance was actually quite a mess.

Mr. Dashiell, who had always been dignified, aloof, and composed, now had his shirt all wrinkled, hair slightly disheveled, eyes bloodshot, stubble on his chin, and his neck and cheek bore several scratch marks...

Lizetta thought, he must be suffering too, full of regret and sorrow.

But looking at him like this, she felt nothing, absolutely nothing.

Her gaze was empty as she looked at him, and it took her a while before she finally spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Hate you? I guess I should, but... how am I any better than you? I'm the one who's truly at fault."

Lizetta lowered her head, her hands resting on her now empty belly, fingers slowly intertwining tightly.

In her dazed state, she heard faint talking and knew that Thaddeus was safe.

The calls with Zoey and the hospital were just Hans's tricks to lead her on.

Remington had also arranged for bodyguards to protect her. Without Dean and Bess's help, she couldn't imagine what her situation would be like now.

So, what right did she have to hate anyone?

more, for

baby but had failed miserably, putting her child

had failed to protect her own child, she was

didn't lessen at all, if anything, it felt like

slightly, and he suddenly pulled her hands out from

fingers scratched and bloodied by her

what are you doing! Look

face, his eyes red and

nothing wrong, the fault lies with those who do evil! You should hate me, it's me who failed to protect you and our child, it's me who wasn't there when you needed me the most!" Remington

emotional turmoil could be too much for her body to handle, but he was even more worried that her self-blame and repression could lead to postpartum depression. He

he, indeed, was to be hated, deserved the

at him blankly, her eyes filled with a

the use of hating you? Can hating you

of it

her cheeks, looking into

you not want to see me

emotionally turbulent eyes, no

of