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.\"

gray shirt with a

in his eyes, he looked just as cold and noble as Mr. Dashiell always did. Losing Daisy, for him, seemed to be

he thought

for her own good, but it was

What a cold-hearted man!

a divorce, get up and eat.\" Remington's voice was

over to help

laying out a nutritious meal in front of

Remington had consulted a

naturopath , coming up with a

was as good

her wrist weak, her appetite

took the soup bowl from in front of her, and the next second, the broth was at her

weak, let

at you

face darkened instantly, the spoon tapping heavily

locking eyes

red and turbulent, but her gaze was like stagnant

from

care of

didn't want to trouble the servant, and she