Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

"Here, try this homemade red date and angelica soup. It's just the right temperature and sweet. Have a sip."

Lizetta had been constantly nagged by him to eat, and it was driving her nuts.

She reached out, intending to snatch the thermos from him to splash the soup right in his face that seemed to beam with affection.

But Remington was clearly prepared. No matter how hard Lizetta tried, she couldn't wrestle the thermos away from his firm grip.

Frustrated, Lizetta looked up, ready to hurl insults, but Remington took a sip from the thermos and then leaned down to kiss her, forcing the soup into her mouth.

Lizetta's eyes widened in shock, refusing to swallow.

With a gentle press under her chin from his hand, she found herself swallowing against her will.

The soup was meant to be sweet, but all she could taste was bitterness.

"Stop the car! I'm going to be sick."

Lizetta wiped her mouth forcefully, her face full of disgust.

Remington's vein on his temple throbbed as he pinched her chin and fed her another mouthful.

flushed face, whether from anger or discomfort, he coldly wiped the corner of her lips and said, "You're recovering from childbirth. You can't go outside and catch a cold. If you really need to throw up, do it

he actually leaned over to hand her the car's trash can hanging on the door beside

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instant, Remington's face turned even paler, almost

he thought she was doing it just

that she was genuinely sick was something he couldn't bear, casting a shadow of defeat and despair

eventually stopped and tried to move away from Remington's lap,

car door, she rinsed her mouth and wiped her face with

was then that Remington's husky voice filled

you really despise me

still the man she once adored, but now, even as

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twist of her lips, she said, "You saw it yourself. Physical revulsion is uncontrollable.

but in truth, she was feeling

avoid him using the same

his head away,

prideful Mr. Dashiell's

did she care

the window at the increasingly unfamiliar streets, she still attempted to negotiate

from that, she was out

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