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 plaid tie, his stubble neatly shaved, giving him a

just as cold and noble as Mr. Dashiell always did.

why he thought she

it was for her own good, but it was just

What a cold-hearted man!

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

to help

laying out a nutritious meal in

Remington had consulted a

naturopath , coming up with

as

her wrist weak, her appetite

large hand took the soup bowl from in front of her, and the next

let me feed

at you makes me

face darkened instantly, the spoon

locking eyes with

red and turbulent, but her gaze was

stood up from the bed, coldly

care of

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