Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption novel Chapter 6

But this just made it even harder for Lizetta to swallow; it was downright pathetic.

Her eyes were blazing with fury, "Yeah, I wanted kids before, but now, no way, no how! I'm still young; why should I go off the deep end and pop out babies for some old geezer! I'm not playing tricks; I'm dead serious about getting a divorce!"

"Ha, divorce? Screw up, trash my stuff, and then wave divorce in my face like some kind of threat! Don’t forget how you landed the title of Mrs. Dashiell. You gotta earn the right to even talk about splitting up."

He just laughed off her words, not even finding them funny. He seemed livid, a vein throbbing on his forehead as he gripped her chin and commanded.

"Take it back!"

"Or what? I'll spit in your face and we’ll see if you can take that back," Lizetta shot back defiantly, locking eyes with him.

In the distance, the glare of approaching headlights shone, casting a pale light on Lizetta's ashen face and her nearly bare, alabaster body. She was terrified and tried to dodge out of the way, but Remington held her shoulder firmly. The light grew brighter, and he watched her disheveled helplessness with malicious amusement.

Lizetta was shaking and cowering, wisely yelling out, "I’m sorry!"

The next second, the man grabbed a blanket and wrapped her up in it haphazardly, while Lizetta scrambled to the side in a panic.

He let her crawl away, picking up the shredded dress and shaking it out in disbelief.

Of course, no earring would fall out. Only then did Remington believe that the earrings were truly gone.

"Look at you, growing a backbone! Lizetta, there's a limit to this nonsense!"

Those earrings had its significance, she tossed it away over some petty issue, and had the guts to bring up divorce.

After his cold words, Remington straightened his clothes, got out of the car, slammed the door hard, and headed for the driver's seat.

Lizetta curled up, clamping her lips shut, scared that if she opened her mouth, she would burst into tears.

He didn't love her, didn't trust her, and would never see her scars. Even now, he still thought she was just acting up.

He didn’t realize the courage she had to muster just to let go of the earrings. Her face was pale, her eyes hollow and empty.

Remington, with a stern face, glanced at her through the rearview mirror, feeling a twinge of heartache and an almost imperceptible panic.

In the past, she would have thrown herself at him and begged for forgiveness when he got mad, but today.

The car was eerily silent. Back at the villa, Remington carried Lizetta, blanket and all, out of the car.