Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

The doctor snapped a bunch of photos of Daisyy making various faces-sticking out her tongue, wide-eyed, grinning, yawning... Lizetta held the printout dearly, barely having warmed it up when Remington leaned over and snatched it away.

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Lizetta instinctively reached to grab it back, but the man quickly folded the paper.

"I'll keep it safe."

Lizetta was not pleased, spreading her hands, "If you want one, go ask the doctor for another copy. This one's mine, give it back."

She cherished it and wanted to keep it, to show it to Yoli later, and someday to Daisyy too.

But Remington, ignoring her, had already tucked the printout safely into his suit pocket.

The man raised an eyebrow at Lizetta, "You're with Daisyy all the time. What's the big deal if I take one report? If you wanna see it, just call me, I can bring it over anytime." Lizetta was frustrated. She certainly didn't need such an excuse to meet.

"I'll take it back to grandma; she'd be thrilled."

Seeing her puffing her cheeks in displeasure, Remington finally softened his tone, gently ruffling Lizetta's hair.

Lizetta also wanted Fiona to be happy, so she nodded.

She was off to see Thaddeus Gardenia, and Remington had business to attend to; Cedric had already been waiting for a while.

As they stood in front of the elevator, about to part ways, Lizetta made to step in but was suddenly pulled back by the man.

Spinning uncontrollably into Remington's arms, she was gently embraced.

Lizetta pushed against his chest, but Remington seemed oblivious to her resistance, leaning down to whisper in her ear.

"I promised I'd sort out Stella's business before bothering you again. Just remember what you promised me."

"Got it, can you let go now?" Lizetta responded.

All she had agreed to was not to get too close to other men.

Being heavily pregnant and hardly in a position to start a new relationship, agreeing or not didn't make much of a difference to her.

Hearing her somewhat compliant response, Remington felt a pang of reluctance.

Sending Stella abroad would take at

least until Barbara's week-long

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mourning was over, smoothly

speaking, that's ten days to half a

month.

Not being able to see her for so long, he already felt like a year would pass before they could meet again.

"Will you miss me?" he asked, holding her, a hint of longing in his voice.

Lizetta found it hard to believe these words were coming from Remington without looking at his face.

She didn't answer, but her silence was answer enough.

Remington's lips curved slightly, releasing her as a faint joy twinkled in his eyes.

"I'll take that as a yes."

Lizetta thought he was quite good at comforting himself. She turned and stepped into the elevator.

As the elevator doors slowly closed, hiding the figure standing outside, her expression gradually turned cold.

Any softening of her heart towards Remington, like Cinderella's glass slipper, was temporary.

When emotions in a relationship shift from being more emotional to more rational, it's harder to get hurt.

She didn't believe Remington could really send Stella away; she just didn't want to provoke Remington or have him constantly show up.

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She was worried about not being able to smoothly get the divorce papers like last time, deceiving him, but she hadn't expected Remington to suddenly become so gullible.

He seemed to truly believe they could start over after the divorce, that she would accept his pursuit.

Lizetta frowned, feeling inexplicably irritable again.

Thaddeus's room was as tidy as ever, with fresh flowers on the bedside table.

The caretaker, always diligent, was surprised to see Lizetta.

"Ma'am! I was wondering why you hadn't come by lately; it's been Mr Dashiell visiting. Turns out you were pregnant, taking care of yourself. That's wonderful."

Lizetta, whose trip abroad was unknown to the caretaker, walked over and took the towel from her hand.

"Remington has been to see my brother?"

The caretaker found her question odd, assuming the visits were at Lizetta's request, not knowing the complexities of their relationship.