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,

fresh body wash, and aside from the bloodshot in his eyes, he looked just as cold and

why he thought she

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

What a cold-hearted man!

want. If you want a divorce, get up and eat.\" Remington's voice was calm but

over to

in, laying out a nutritious meal

Remington had consulted a

a naturopath , coming up with

was as

grabbed a spoon, her wrist

bowl from in front of her, and the next second,

let me

looked up, \"Looking at you makes

instantly, the spoon

clenched, locking

turbulent, but her gaze

moment, Remington stood up from the

care of

forward to take the soup bowl from Remington's hands. Lizetta didn't want to trouble the servant, and she