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?

hate herself more, for

promised to protect her baby but had failed miserably, putting

protect her own child,

her say this, Remington's guilt, regret, and pain didn't lessen at all, if anything, it felt like salt

changed slightly, and he suddenly pulled her

fingers scratched and bloodied by her own

are you doing! Look

held her face, his eyes red and

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

much for her body to handle, but he was even more worried that her self-blame and repression could lead to postpartum depression. He would rather she direct her bitterness towards him, hate him, than

he, indeed, was to be hated,

him blankly, her

use of hating you? Can hating you

of it mattered to

her cheeks, looking into her eyes

you not want to

eyes, no longer wanting to discern

lips, devoid of