Shattered Illusions Love Lies and Redemption (Lizetta and Remington) novel Chapter 448

Remington was already seated at the dining table when Lizetta paused, shooting a look towards Lina, "The food's great, but the company? Not so much. I'm gonna eat in the lounge."

She turned to leave, the screeching sound of a chair against the floor echoed as a man's figure swiftly approached her.

Lizetta's heart sank. She turned to run, but Remington had already scooped her up.

She kicked and struggled, but she was no match for his strength. He forced her down into a chair and, without waiting for her to settle, he brought a bowl of oatmeal to her lips.

Lizetta clenched her mouth shut, while Remington's resolve was just as strong, as if he could hold the spoon there forever unless she opened her mouth.

Chest heaving, frustrated beyond words, Lizetta swung her hand, knocking the bowl away. With a crash, the porcelain shattered on the floor, and Remington's expression turned ice-cold.

"Lizetta! You really want to defy me? Fine, you're not going out tonight!"

Not this again!

Feeling a lump in her throat like swallowed blood, Lizetta took a deep breath and looked at Remington, her lips curling into a mocking smile.

"Looking at your face makes me nauseous. It's a physical reaction, uncontrollable, sorry."

His expression grew even colder as he sternly ordered, "Another bowl."

Then, he tried again to feed her, "Go on, throw up for me. Throw up and we'll continue. I've got all night."

He spoke with an eerie gentleness, his eyes heavy with fog.

Lizetta clenched her fists, wishing she could puke to his face directly. But she hadn't eaten all day, and now, she couldn't even muster the saliva to spit, let alone stomach acid.

Reluctantly, she opened her mouth.

When people loved someone, they hung on their every word, even their name would make their heart race.

Accordingly, falling out of love turned every mention of the person into an annoyance.

This was supposed to be their wedding night, and the house was still decked out in celebration, yet to be cleared away.

Meeting Lizetta's cold gaze, Lina sighed and left without another word.

On the way to the hospital, Remington drove. Lizetta sat in the passenger seat, looking out at the snow-covered world outside, refusing to engage.

Inside the car, it was deadly silent; though they were physically close, an invisible chasm lay between them.

Remington loosened his tie and said, "The diary entries, I had them authenticated. They're not all forgeries. Most are your writings. Someone just had them expertly altered by a restoration specialist, because when the servant found the diary, it was already water-damaged. Those alterations were perfectly concealed."