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.\"

clearly changed clothes, wearing a charcoal gray shirt with a

looked just as cold and

thought she could eat

but it was just to

What a cold-hearted man!

divorce, get up

herself up, and Remington leaned over to help

laying out a nutritious

Remington had consulted a

naturopath , coming up with

as good as

grabbed a spoon, her wrist

from in front of her, and

weak, let me feed

you makes me want

handsome face darkened instantly, the spoon tapping heavily against the

jaw clenched, locking

and turbulent, but her gaze

Remington stood up from the bed, coldly instructing the servant

care of her

jumped, cautiously moving forward to take the soup bowl from Remington's hands. Lizetta didn't want to trouble