Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Lizetta felt like that even if the wedding went smoothly, she would still never truly fit into his world.

She touched the diary for a long while before finally opening it.

Remington thought she was going to check the authenticity of the diary, but then, in the next second.

The woman abruptly rolled down the car window, letting in the cold gust of wind.

Amidst the sound of tearing paper, Lizetta ripped the diary to shreds and threw it out of the window.

Screech!

Remington slammed on the brakes, his handsome face turning a shade of livid, and he leaned over to grab her forcefully.

"Lizetta! What on earth are you doing!?"

But it was too late.

Lizetta's hands were empty, and the diary was gone.

Remington's eyes were tinged with a faint red. In order to return in time, he hadn't slept for two straight days.

His eyes stung, but it was nothing compared to the dull ache in his heart.

He felt that what she tore apart wasn't just the diary, but also her love for him!

But compared to his current state of agitation, Lizetta's clear eyes were clear and calm.

She didn't love him anymore. Her heart had turned to ashes; why would she care about a damn dairy?

Looking at Remington's seething anger, she couldn't help but smile slightly.

"Remington, you don't even care about our wedding, but a tampered diary gets to you? Aren't you being a bit dramatic?" Remington stared at her indifferent expression, feeling like his heart and lungs were about to explode from anger.

He worried that if he stayed with her any longer, he might actually vomit blood!

He pushed the woman away, forcefully opened the car door, and stepped out.

But the car had been moving fast just now, and the wind and snow were harsh tonight.

The diary already been scattered by the whirlwind, leaving no trace.

Remington searched along the road for a few yards, but only found the cover and a few scattered pages of the diary in the snowy roadside. Taking out his phone for light, his brows furrowed, he was about to switch on the flashlight to search the vicinity.

That's when he heard the roar of a car.

He felt a chill in his heart and turned around to see his Maybach speeding away with its taillights glaring defiantly, leaving him behind.

In an instant, the mountain road was plunged into complete darkness.

The surroundings were covered in ice and snow.

Remington rubbed his forehead and burst out laughing in frustration.

After a while, he finally dialed a number.

"Send a car over. Have a team search along the mountain road to find every scrap of that dairy!"

Not long after Lizetta arrived at the hospital, Yolanda indeed woke up.

Hogan handed Lizetta a sterile suit and led her into the ICU.

Yolanda lay there weakly. Lizetta had known her for many years, but she'd never seen Yolanda looking so pale.

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Lizetta felt a lump in her throat; she didn't want to cry, but her tears fell nonetheless.

"Yoli, you're finally woke up! I was so scared!"

Yolanda blinked and spoke with difficulty.

"Silly girl, did you forget? I... I'm the best at taking falls, how could anything happen to me?"

She had been physically abused by her parents since she was young and had worked as a stunt double when she grew up, constantly taking tumbles on set to make a living.

But if it weren't for the harsh realities of life, who would ever become skilled at taking falls and getting hurt?

Lizetta listened with a pang of sorrow and hugged her.

"Are you stupid? Why did you have to rush in there? Aren't you the one who hates them the most?"

Yolanda's disdain and hatred for Hanna and Evelina was no less than Lizetta's.

Normally, if those two were fell, she would have wished she could kick them while they were down.

But at that moment, Yolanda rushed in to shove them aside, only to fall herself.

Lizetta couldn't understand it. Yolanda blinked weakly, her voice faint and intermittent.

"I thought there was something wrong with Bitch Evelina's baby. It seemed like she wanted to miscarry on purpose, and she wanted to use it as an opportunity to play the hero to your mother-in-law... How could I let her get her way?"