Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

"What's that supposed to mean?\"

\"You know, you don't have to go to city hall to get a divorce. If you want a divorce, get up and eat something decent!\"

Remington's voice was deep, his face expressionless.

He towered by the hospital bed, looking down at her, filled with self-mockery.

He never thought, one day, he would have to use divorce as a means to get her to eat.

Lizetta locked eyes with Remington, standing her ground.

For the first time today, she really looked at him, without disdain.

Remington's breath hitched, his back tensing involuntarily.

Yet, he couldn't discern any emotion from her gaze.

The affection, joy, and even the resentment he had just provoked seemed all gone.

He felt an emptiness inside, his lips moved slightly, \"I didn't mean to pressure you, but you're torturing yourself, your body can't take this...\" Since the accident, she hadn't eaten anything, surviving solely on IV nutrition.

This couldn't go on.

Lizetta's lips curled into a mocking smile, \"Your devotion is laughable.\"

changed clothes, wearing a charcoal gray shirt with a plaid tie, his stubble neatly shaved,

eyes, he looked just as cold and noble

he thought

was for her own good, but it was just to ease his own

What a cold-hearted man!

up and eat.\" Remington's voice was calm

Remington leaned over to help

servant came in, laying out a nutritious meal

Remington had consulted a

a naturopath , coming up with

was as

a spoon, her wrist

took the soup bowl from in front of her, and

too weak, let me

looked up, \"Looking at you makes me want

darkened instantly, the spoon tapping heavily against

locking

were red and turbulent, but her gaze was like

Remington stood up from the bed, coldly instructing the

care

didn't want to trouble the servant, and she