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,

but had failed miserably,

failed to protect her own child,

say this, Remington's guilt, regret, and pain didn't lessen at all, if anything,

slightly, and he suddenly pulled her hands out from under

scratched and bloodied by her

are you

held her face, his eyes red

to protect you and our child, it's me who wasn't there when you needed

was even more worried that her self-blame and repression could lead to postpartum depression. He would

he, indeed, was to be hated, deserved

him blankly, her eyes filled with a

of hating you? Can hating

hate, none of it mattered to her

her cheeks, looking into her eyes

you not want to see

his bloodshot, emotionally turbulent eyes, no

of any color,