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?

herself more, for being so

protect her baby but had failed miserably,

failed to protect her own child,

Remington's guilt, regret, and pain didn't lessen at all, if anything, it felt like salt was being

expression changed slightly, and he suddenly pulled

by her own doing, his expression

are you doing!

her face, his

hate me, it's me who failed to protect you and our child, it's me who

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

indeed, was to be

at him blankly, her eyes filled with

hating you? Can hating you bring back my

and hate, none of it mattered to

into her eyes that no longer held a

you not want to see me

eyes, no longer wanting to discern

of any