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

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

he was worried about her, wanting to be

been for Mrs. Bernice Madden's accident,

front of her, wanting

the emergency exit and he saw her, he couldn't help wanting more,

forgotten. I hope Mr. Dashiell will keep his promise this

the paleness of his

Remington simply nodded.

drawer, took something out, and handed

this, and I won't bother

her eyebrows slightly

as the one from their first divorce, when he demanded $3 million from her, which

snapped the card right away, clearly not

of plastic to me now. You take it

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

want to entangle with him anymore, especially since the

divorce, ultimately

was returning the card, she took it without feeling

securing

as a