Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Stella and Martin trudged out of the hospital, their spirits low, just as Remington's SUV pulled up to the curb.

As the car door swung open and Remington's tall figure emerged, Stella rushed over, her eyes brimming with tears.

"Remington, is it true? Did you really order us to leave the hospital? Tell me it isn't so. I can't believe you'd be this cruel to me. Just now, a nurse shoved me. Look, I even fell and hurt myself..."

Stella reached out, grabbing Remington's arm. Indeed, she had fallen, scraping her hand on the ground until it bled.

Remington used to show a flicker of pity at the sight of her injuries, a mix of compassion and guilt. But this time, his gaze shifted over her injured hand, and Stella saw something in his eyes she hadn't seen before: revulsion.

It was a look she knew all too well, the kind people have when they see something utterly repulsive. And this time, Remington's gaze held even more disdain.

Stella froze, her face paling, her grip stiffening.

Above her, Remington's voice was cold and detached, "Stella, you've played this card too many times. It's lost its effect."

Remington's icy, mocking gaze. With a swift gesture, he shook her off, causing her to stumble

little schemes; he had just chosen to remember their past

stepped forward, supporting Stella, his voice laced with suppressed

through hell for you. Even if you're grieving and suspicious of everything, it's unfair to pin baseless accusations

why would I have called you that night to get you

to clear their

was heavy, almost crushing. "Whether it's baseless or not, Chairman West

brushed past Martin and

with Stella, tapping his fingers on his knee. "Not even calling me godfather anymore. Seems

reaching the upstairs ward, Remington pushed open the door, and

them on his shrimp. Poison

celery and rabbit every day, make him lose all his

to Fiona and Mrs. Bernice Madden, clearly plotting against someone -

in. "All bad ideas. We should feed him pears