Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption novel Chapter 9

Remington looked up, his gaze icy cold.

"I don't have time for your make-believe games. Take it back."

"I'm serious."

Remington tossed the pen he was holding without a hint of emotion. The steel pen clattered on the desk, striking a chord in Lizetta's heart.

"Divorce reasons, huh? Bad breath and azoospermia? You know spreading rumors comes with consequences," his voice was chilly.

Lizetta felt a twinge of guilt about this, her eyelashes fluttering slightly.

"I didn't start those rumors. I've spelled out the reasons for the divorce clearly."

Remington flipped through the papers, his eyes landing on the annotated reasons for divorce, his look growing even colder.

"Huh, care to explain what 'no love, no sex, a marriage in name only' means?"

Lizetta pressed her lips, "Just stating the facts."

Remington stood up, his long legs taking him around the desk. His towering presence forced Lizetta to sidestep until her lower back was pressed against the solid desk.

With a stretch of his arm, he easily cornered her with nowhere to retreat. He leaned in close, his voice simmering with fury by Lizetta's ear.

"Stating the fact? Who was the man last night who made you moan non-stop, the one you clung to, begging him not to leave?"

Thinking about last night brought tears to Lizetta's eyes. The more fiery the start, the more desolate the end.

She put her hand against his chest, "Severely underperforming, are you saying a ninety-year-old man who's good to go once every three years should shout about his sex life through a megaphone?"

Last night was an exception, and besides, her husband wouldn't even kiss her.

A vein throbbed in Remington's forehead; this woman dared to mock his manhood. Her pushing only fueled his anger further. He gripped her wrist, his chest pressing forward.

Lizetta was forced to lean back; years of dance training made her back as flexible as a willow branch against the desk, her hair spilling across it. This position caused Lizetta's chest to heave against his sturdy torso.

Remington's voice was cold, "I had no idea you were so needy. Who are you planning to find to satisfy you after the divorce, Mrs. Dashiell?"