Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Remington froze, turning his head to gaze deeply at Lizetta.

"Can't wait, huh?" His voice was low, tinged with a hint of self-mockery.

Lizetta nodded, "You promised me."

She feared Remington might go back on his word, especially after the recent captivating performance by the West family, which truly scared her. Remington's lips tightened slightly as he glanced at his watch.

"We won't make it today. We need the lawyer to draft a new divorce agreement. The long flight...it's too much for you. Go back and rest for now." Saying this, he directed Ray.

"Back to the mansion."

Ray, understanding his boss's orders, immediately started the car.

But Lizetta was furious, disregarding the setting, she leaned forward, straddling Remington's legs, and grasped his collar fiercely, glaring at him.

"Remington, you're lying to me again, aren't you! All those promises were just tricks to get me back!"

She tugged hard enough to leave red marks on his neck, but he didn't move, allowing her to vent her anger.This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

He leaned back in his seat, a bitter feeling in his heart.

He suspected that if he didn't properly end this marriage, she might strangle him with the intention of leaving him for dead.

Remington managed a wry smile, gently rubbing Lizetta's hair, struggling to speak.

"We now have Daisy. We need to settle custody issues, hence the need for a new divorce agreement. The old one won't work anymore. You have to give me time to let the lawyer prepare, right?" Lizetta frowned, "How long will that take?"

"I'll instruct the lawyer to deal with it now, and by evening, we can review the divorce agreement together. We'll go to the civil affairs office first thing in the morning."

Seeing his serious demeanor, Lizetta calmed down, realizing he wasn't trying to deceive her.

"Uh, can you let go now? I can hardly breathe."

Only then did Remington gesture downwards.

Lizetta had been tugging at his collar and tie, causing him to turn red from lack of oxygen.

Lizetta let go, "You deserve it!"

Remington adjusted his tie and unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt, coughing as he turned his head.

Seeing this, Lizetta felt a bit embarrassed.

She attempted to get off him, but in the next second, Remington wrapped his arms around her waist.

Lizetta, who was just about to lift herself, found herself firmly seated back on his lap.

Only then did Lizetta realize how inappropriate their position was.

She stiffened, "Let go."

Remington, however, looked leisurely at her embarrassed state.

"You climbed up here on your own, getting down won't be that easy."

Lizetta gritted her teeth, struggling a bit, but Remington's hold on her waist tightened.

Even Ray raised the privacy partition discreetly.

Lizetta became thoroughly embarrassed and tense, "Remington!"

The man lightly tugged at his lips, finding her current expression more appealing than when she coldly called him Mr. Dashiell.

He nodded, "Stop moving, you've made my legs numb."

"Then let me get up."

"Give me a moment."

Lizetta's face slowly lost its anger, cooling down as she just stared at him.

"Is this amusing to you?"

The expression on the man's handsome face gradually stiffened, his chest as if torn open and stuffed with ice.

He slowly withdrew his hand from around her waist.

Lizetta quickly got up from him and looked out the window, not turning back.

Remington, however, kept his gaze on her profile, his expression darkening.

He remembered the early days of their marriage when Lizetta was proactive and passionate.

She would send him countless WhatsApp messages daily, regardless of his response.

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like a butterfly, eagerly

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Whenever he returned to Oakridge Heights, she would prepare delicious

meals, take care of everything for

and approach him b

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the Dashiell family, believing bet

true

desire was Lucian Dashiell S

Also, because of his obsession with finding Stella, he trapped himself.

He was extremely cold to her, but only now did he realize how painful indifference could be.

It was more injuring to one's pride than the freshly sharpened edge of a knife.

Thinking about all this, Remington couldn't help but feel he was a complete jerk. To have reached this point was entirely his own doing.