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.

on her wrist weakened, and he

I've already asked Ray to handle my discharge papers. I haven't forgotten

because he was worried

Mrs. Bernice Madden's

up in front of her, wanting to let go

chased him to the emergency exit and he

haven't forgotten. I hope Mr.

at Remington, ignoring the paleness of

Remington simply nodded.

pulled open a drawer, took something out, and

and I won't

her eyebrows

Liz recognized it as the one from their first divorce, when he demanded

clearly not having

it's just a useless piece of plastic to me now. You take

move, Remington took her hand and placed

didn't want to entangle with him anymore, especially since the card was hers and

demanded $3 million for a divorce, ultimately deceiving her,

the card, she took it without feeling

securing

intensely, his gaze thick as a whirlpool, swirling with