Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

"Here, try this homemade red date and angelica soup. It's just the right temperature and sweet. Have a sip."

Lizetta had been constantly nagged by him to eat, and it was driving her nuts.

She reached out, intending to snatch the thermos from him to splash the soup right in his face that seemed to beam with affection.

But Remington was clearly prepared. No matter how hard Lizetta tried, she couldn't wrestle the thermos away from his firm grip.

Frustrated, Lizetta looked up, ready to hurl insults, but Remington took a sip from the thermos and then leaned down to kiss her, forcing the soup into her mouth.

Lizetta's eyes widened in shock, refusing to swallow.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

With a gentle press under her chin from his hand, she found herself swallowing against her will.

The soup was meant to be sweet, but all she could taste was bitterness.

"Stop the car! I'm going to be sick."

Lizetta wiped her mouth forcefully, her face full of disgust.

Remington's vein on his temple throbbed as he pinched her chin and fed her another mouthful.

Looking at her flushed face, whether from anger or discomfort, he coldly wiped the corner of her lips and said, "You're recovering from childbirth. You can't go outside and catch a cold. If you really need to throw up, do it in the car. I don't mind."

Saying so, he actually leaned over to hand her the car's trash can hanging on the door beside them.

The next moment, Lizetta was indeed vomiting into the trash can.

At that instant, Remington's face turned even paler, almost ashen.

Clearly, he thought she was doing it just to spite him.

But the reality that she was genuinely sick was something he couldn't bear, casting a shadow of defeat and despair over his handsome face.

Lizetta, feeling empty, eventually stopped and tried to move away from Remington's lap, and this time, he didn't stop her.

Leaning against the car door, she rinsed her mouth and wiped her face with a tissue, breathing weakly.

It was then that Remington's husky voice filled the car.

"Do you really despise me that much?"

Lizetta looked up at him. Even clad in an oversized hospital gown, his dignity and attractiveness were undiminished. He was still the man she once adored, but now, even as someone who used to be swayed by looks, she felt nothing.

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With a mocking twist of her lips, she said, "You saw it yourself. Physical revulsion is uncontrollable. I'm really sorry."

Lizetta said so, but in truth, she was feeling weak and dizzy from the drive.

But she wanted Remington to think that, to avoid him using the same tactics on her again.

As expected, Remington turned his head away, no longer looking at her.

Lizetta knew that the prideful Mr. Dashiell's ego was severely bruised.

But did she care anymore?

As she gazed out the window at the increasingly unfamiliar streets, she still attempted to negotiate with him.

Because, apart from that, she was out of options.

"Mr. Dashiell, we're already divorced,

and Daisy... she's gone. Parting

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Remington clenched his jaw, his previous words echoing in his mind.

He'd rather have her hate him than feel nothing at all towards him.

But deep down, he knew he couldn't bear her hatred.

However, he also knew that letting go now meant losing her forever. After a long pause, he turned back to face Lizetta, his voice hoarse.

"Seeing you so frail, I can't let go. better, recover fully from your

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