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

her baby but had

protect her own child, she was a failure

lessen at all, if anything, it felt like salt was being rubbed

pulled her hands

by

what are you

his eyes red

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!"

that her self-blame and repression could lead to postpartum depression. He would rather she direct her bitterness towards

he, indeed, was to

blankly, her

of hating you? Can

none of

looking into her

you not want to see

eyes, no longer wanting to discern the emotions

of