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.

her

Don't get so worked up. I've already asked Ray to handle my discharge papers. I haven't

because he was worried about her, wanting to be

Mrs. Bernice Madden's accident, which he

planned to show up in front of her,

and he saw her, he couldn't help

you haven't forgotten. I hope Mr.

stared at Remington, ignoring the paleness of his

Remington simply nodded.

something out, and handed it to

I won't

her eyebrows slightly

a snapped credit card. Liz recognized it as the one from their first divorce, when he

not having touched it since, let alone the

piece of plastic to

Liz didn't move, Remington took her hand and placed the

anymore, especially since the card was

divorce,

that he was returning the card, she took it

fingers around it, securing it, "Any more issues, Mr.

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