Shattered Illusions Love Lies and Redemption (Lizetta and Remington) novel Chapter 443

Remington's breath turned heavy, his deep gaze fixed intently on the woman's pale face. His fists clenched and then relaxed as he finally spoke, his voice soft and soothing.

"Liz, you're in a bad state right now. What you need most is some rest! We can talk about everything else later, okay?"

He reached out to pull Lizetta into his embrace, but she dodged away, irritation written all over her face.

"At this point, Mr. Dashiell, do you really think our marriage stands a chance?"

Without a moment's hesitation, he replied, "Yes, it does!"

It was then he realized she loved him, and he hadn't yet had the chance to tell her that he loved her too.

How could they end things like this! He wouldn't allow it!

He said with a grave tone; his handsome face slightly shadowed. His gentleness shattered like a mask, revealing a cold, dark gaze filled with obsession and madness.

He stepped forward, intent on pulling Lizetta into his arms.

"Enough!" She pushed him away fiercely, her slender body stumbling.

Seeing her on the verge of falling, Remington froze, hesitating to approach her again.

At that moment, Hogan, changing from scrubs to his white gown, quickly came over and supported Lizetta.

Remington darkly glared at Hogan's right hand. But Lizetta, who looked agitated, grasped Hogan's arm in return.

This scene deeply wounded Remington's eyes.

"Mr. Dashiell, she's been through a lot today. A pregnant woman shouldn't be continuously stressed like this. If you truly care for her, stop pushing her!"

Remington's temples throbbed twice, "This is between us married couple. You're overstepping!"

"As a doctor, I must intervene! And as Liz's friend, Mr. Dashiell, you missing the wedding and embarrassing her like that, you've let her down and hurt her."

Remington cut him off coldly, "Oh, as a friend, or perhaps with other intentions? Hogan, don't act all high and mighty about our issues. You're nothing here! My patience has limits; don't think I won't take action!"

Lizetta, observing Remington's stern demeanor, suddenly curved up her lips, "If Hogan don’t have a say, surely I do."

Despite trying to appear strong, Lizetta was physically weak, having relied on Hogan's support. Finally steadying herself, she turned to Hogan.

Should I also thank you for eventually showing up at the wedding? Yes, you did come, but I didn't need it anymore!"

Lizetta found the situation absurd.

Recently, he’d been in a surprisingly good mood, and she thought he was as excited about the wedding as she was. But as it turned out, he’d found a clue about Stella.

He said he was going on a business trip, and she believed him. He promised he’d return, asking her not to cancel the wedding, and she believed that too.

He did return, but it was too late. Too late that all her anticipation, trust, and love had been exhausted.

"You knew." Remington looked at her desolate and indifferent face, feeling a sense of defeat in his clenched hands.

"Yes, I know everything. So, there's nothing to explain. Please, Mr. Dashiell, respect my wishes this time. I'll be waiting for you at City Hall."

Lizetta walked past Remington.

As their clothes brushed against each other, Remington suddenly grabbed her, "Liz, I'm sorry; you know my issues. I just wanted to find Stella as soon as possible, to settle my past and move on.