Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Lizetta met Stella's challenging gaze with a slight curl of her lips.

She knew Stella wanted her to publicly admit she no longer loved Remington. It would embarrass him, hurt his feelings, and dampen Fiona's spirits. Why not?

Although Lizetta didn't want Remington to misunderstand, she was even less inclined to let Stella have her moment of triumph, and she certainly didn't want to disrespect the family matriarch. She chuckled lightly, "Ms. West, why are you so curious about my love life? Who I love or don't seems to be none of your business."

Stella, not achieving her goal, pushed further.

"Liz, why won't you answer the question directly?"

Lizetta, growing impatient with her persistence, was about to retort when Remington, with a frown, interjected.

"Whether she loves me or not, I know best. We don't need an outsider to ask on my behalf. Grandma, let's eat."

Stella bit her lip, glanced at Remington with a hurt look, but ultimately didn't dare to say more and bowed her head.

Remington stood up to serve both Fiona and Lizetta a bowl of soup.

Fiona asked Stella, "Stella, have you

about to say no, intending to inform Fiona that she hadn't eaten because she was busy bringing over the freshly made bird's nest soup. But before she could speak, Remington cut in. "Grandma, it's dinner

she could only nod

eaten. I mainly came to bring you some bird's

thermos and, still smiling, reached

unwelcome, she

left, who knows if the old lady might manage to

subservient smile, served the bird's nest soup to

if there's anything you'd like." Her face was the picture of docility, bending slightly, a classic image of a devoted young wife attending

Fiora felt more

as

Stella's attempts to ingratiate herself. Rather than feeling charmed, she saw Stella lacking

ve

and the hardships Stella had endured over the years, Fiona had felt sympathy for her and

nest soup Stella had placed before her, "I'm on a herbal diet lately, there are many things can't eat. This bird's