Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Liz felt a lump in her throat, the irony of the situation suffocating her.

"Enough already!" She turned back, frowning. "Kids say all sorts of things. Do you really think dredging up childhood babble is meaningful?"

"It seems you remember it all too well," Remington chuckled, a hint of self-mockery in his voice.

He stared at her. "Maybe it isn't meaningful. But what if I become the clingy nuisance that sticks with you forever?"

Liz's chest heaved, a sour sensation rushing to her nose. She fought it down, almost shrieking at him.

"Then I'd rather go through hell and high water to get rid of this nuisance!"

Remington saw the bitterness in her eyes, feeling a pang in his heart as if she had already carved out a piece of it.

She was indeed more ruthless than him. He had let her stick to him so easily back then; now, she wouldn't even glance back.

Liz had been relatively stable these past few days.

However, it was clear that her postpartum depression would uncontrollably surface in Remington's presence.

Her mood was volatile, easily agitated.

Both Liz and Remington were aware of this.

his grip on her wrist weakened, and

to handle

the hospital because he was worried about her, wanting

been for Mrs. Bernice Madden's accident, which he

never planned to show up in front of

he

you haven't forgotten. I hope Mr. Dashiell

ignoring the paleness

Remington simply nodded.

took something out, and handed it

and I won't

her eyebrows

from their first divorce, when

card right away, clearly not

of plastic

move, Remington took her hand and placed

especially since the card was hers and she had

million for a divorce, ultimately

was returning the card, she took it

securing it,

her intensely, his gaze thick as a whirlpool, swirling with emotions threatening to engulf