Shattered Illusions Love Lies and Redemption (Lizetta and Remington) novel Chapter 230

Chapter 230 

“Alright, I promise,” Remington said, not even bothering to ask before he agreed. 

He was so eager it was like he feared that if he hesitated even a second, Lizetta–would take back this sliver of a chance to make amends. 

Lizetta nodded, “Then you’ve got to start being a good ex–husband, starting now.” 

Remington felt a heavy weight on his chest, so much so that he yanked at his tie in frustration. 

“A good ex–husband? But we’re not officially divorced yet!” 

“That’s why I’m begging you, Remi. I don’t care. You just agreed to it anyway.” 

Lizetta frowned with a little huff, her slight temper a vast improvement over the indifferent, numb facade from before. 

Remington’s stern expression softened, “What does being a good ex–husband entail?” 

“It means stop popping up in front of me all the time, let me go, fulfill my wish to leave.” 

Stop shaking her resolve, she couldn’t take this tug–of–war anymore. She was afraid to look back, only to find herself falling into an abyss once again. 

Suddenly, Remington clenched his fists, his eyes brimming with bitterness. 

He hadn’t expected her final request to be simply letting her go. 

His sweet girl looked all innocent while delivering the cruelest words. 

He didn’t want to, but she had been innocent these four years. 

Innocent and trapped in the Dashiell family, trapped in a marriage. 

Neglected by him, scorned by others. 

After four years of cold neglect, what right did he have to hold onto her? 

“Fine. I’ll set you free.” 

After a long pause, Remington’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his voice rough as he finally spoke. 

“Thanks, Remi.” 

Lizetta’s lips curled into a smile, and with those words, she turned, opened the car door, and got out. 

Remington watched her resolute figure walking away, the darkness in his eyes slowly filling with bloodshot lines like spiderweb cracks. 

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Chapter 230 

He closed his eyes sharply. 

He had set her free, but who would soothe his own heart, filled with reluctance and a myriad of emotions? 

What Remington didn’t know was that the moment Lizetta stepped out of the car, the calm and collected facade she had been holding onto shattered. 

How could she possibly let go so easily? 

She remembered lying in the hospital bed, in physical pain but clutching a secret, shameful sweetness in her heart. 

She thought maybe it was for the best, a bizarre twist of fate made her Remington’s woman – perhaps it was destiny. 

A blessing from the heavens, giving her the chance to confess her feelings, which she’d kept buried deep in her heart, to the man she truly loved.. 

She hoped for Remington to visit her; she was ready to bravely confess her love, to tell him she wasn’t sad at all, to reveal she had liked him for a long time. 

Not the way a sister loves a brother, but the way a girl loves her beau. 

But she never got to see Remington; instead, she heard he had left the country after Fiona had whipped him till he bled. 

By then, her physical wounds had healed, but it was only then that she truly felt torn 

apart. 

Later, she mustered the courage to call him, but couldn’t get through. 

When he finally answered one of her calls, her explanation of that night was met with his 

icy sarcasm. 

His tone was just like those who mocked and spat upon her. 

He refused to believe her, saying her affection disgusted him, accusing her of putting on 

an act. 

Despite all that, she shamelessly clung to him for four years. 

All the injustice, pain, and disappointment flooded back, and her tears fell to the ground. 

Each drop warned her: she must not look back! 

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