Shattered Illusions Love Lies and Redemption (Lizetta and Remington) novel Chapter 229

Chapter 229 

Feeling wronged? 

How could she not feel wronged? She was framed for four years. 

That night, she didn’t do a thing, yet overnight, she became the laughing stock of Zion City’s high society. 

She was labeled as the slut who slept with her own brother, loathed and spat on by everyone for four years. 

She was turned into someone who’s been pointed at by thousands, labeled as ungrateful, scheming, and insatiably greedy. 

Back then, she thought she could handle being misunderstood and badmouthed by everyone, as long as her brother believed her. 

But he didn’t. He looked at her the same way, and cast her into hell, never to return. 

She had no one to share these grievances with. 

Now he was ready to believe her, but she didn’t need it anymore. 

Lizetta looked up, her eyes clear and completely tear–free, leaving only a void of desolate sadness. 

She cracked a smile and said, “It doesn’t matter anymore. I’ve been slandered for four years, seen as the stain on your reputation, Remington. Now that we’re divorced, I don’t have to play the villain anymore.” 

Remington felt like her words froze his blood; his face went pale. 

He would have preferred her to scream, hit, or cry hysterically at him, rather than her calm declaration that it’s all in the past. 

His lips parted, wanting to explain why he couldn’t believe her back then. 

But those words were like rolling on razor blades, too painful to speak. 

No matter what, it was his failure to trust her, his cruelty in pushing her away when she needed his protection the most. 

His heart twisted in agony, but he was beyond defense. 

“I’ll find out the truth, Liz.” 

After a moment, Remington spoke with a tremble in his voice, wanting to say sorry, with a thousand words left unsaid. 

But Lizetta didn’t give him the chance to speak. She nodded, cutting him off calmly. 

Chapter 229 

“Do as you wish. The truth doesn’t matter to me anymore.” 

After all, she’d endured everything, deserved or not. 

She had already gotten through it and didn’t want to reopen old wounds for others to 

gawk at. 

Lizetta pushed away from Remington, gracefully sliding off his lap, and said with a smile. “Still, thank you. After all, you chose to believe me before finding out the truth. That’s some consolation, I guess.” 

Remington felt a sharp pang in his heart and grabbed Lizetta’s hand, his brow furrowed. 

“I’m sorry. I should’ve cleared this up sooner. If only I had stayed back then to listen to you more, it wouldn’t have…” 

After the incident, he didn’t know how to face her and chose to escape. 

By the time he saw her again, almost a year had passed. 

The wound had festered by then, and nobody wanted to bring it up again. Even when Lizetta tried to explain later, he didn’t want to delve deeper or think too hard about it. 

“It’s okay, you were a victim too. No need to apologize to me.” 

Lizetta shook her head, her smile serene. 

Remington looked into her eyes, clear and pure, without a trace of resentment. 

At that moment, she was as sweet and soft as the girl he remembered, standing behind him tenderly, as if she could never be mad at him, always ready to admire and forgive him unconditionally. 

But this did nothing to ease Remington’s conscience; instead, it filled him with an overwhelming sense of helplessness and defeat. 

His expression remained cool, but his lips had lost their warmth+ 

His grip on Lizetta’s wrist was tight, as if trying to hold on to her, yet slowly, Lizetta pulled her hand away, still smiling. 

“Remi, if you really feel sorry, could you do me one favor?”