Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Even as she fled in embarrassment, a part of him couldn't help but hope against hope that her actions were a sign of lingering love for him. But now, as he faced her usual resolute and cold demeanor, Remington couldn't help but offer a silent eulogy to his own arrogance. He had hoped for too much. The passionate light in his eyes dimmed to a quiet depth as Lizetta spoke, her voice growing softer. "Thank you for looking after my brother all this time, for helping Yoli, and for standing up for me in front of the Dashiell family. If all these were your way of making amends, then I accept them. Remington, I don't hold a grudge against you anymore, truly."

Lizetta wasn't heartless. After overcoming her postpartum depression, she had done a lot of thinking. The complications on that fateful night weren't entirely Remington's fault; she had her share of the blame too. Her resentment had stemmed from believing that he was protecting the West family, defending Stella West. But now, it didn't seem that way at all.

With her brother awake and Remington's recent actions, Lizetta found it in herself to let go of her hatred. But that was as far as it went.

However, hearing her say she no longer resented him brought a flicker of life back to Remington's icy heart. A spark of light returned to his eyes. He was about to tell Lizetta that his actions were not about atonement but because of his undying love for her when she continued.

"You also said in front of the grandparents that from now on, I owe nothing to the Dashiell family and have no ties with them whatsoever. So, let's just maintain this relationship of mutual indifference, shall we?"

The flicker of hope in Remington's heart was doused as if with a bucket of ice water, especially at her last comment, which felt like a dagger to his heart. His handsome face turned cold. "Mutual indifference? Who do you want to be happy with? Jerome? Just how far have you two gone?"

concealed anger and jealousy, as if accusing her

were to be with

was dark with turmoil, making communication seem

pushed past him,

from the bedside,

the vanity mirror, starting to blow-dry her hair. If they couldn't communicate, then perhaps it

even starting a family made his head throb and filled him with uncontrollable dark thoughts. However, catching sight of Lizetta calmly drying her hair at the vanity, just as she used

He didn't want her to hate him again. Suppressing his anger, Remington moved behind Lizetta, taking

caught his earnest,