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Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 569
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Lizetta stared blankly at the man before her, on the verge of surrendering for a moment, as she extended her

hand to comfort him.

But she snapped back to reality, pushing him away forcefully, her brows furrowed. "It's different! Don't try to

confuse me!"

She tried to turn away, but he wrapped his arms around her waist again, his eyes filled with helpless resignation.

"How is it different, Liz? Don't be so hard on me."

Lizetta bit her lip, looking down. "My brother never hurt me!"

Her words didn't accuse him directly, but each one reminded him of the pain he had caused her. Like a series of

soft needles, they pierced into Remington's heart, making his expression stiffen.

Lizetta continued, "Of course, if you think I'm being hypocritical, after we get divorced, you can just be my

brother again. Considering how you used to take care of me, if you ever needed it, I'd take care of you, even if

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you were paralyzed."

Remington was speechless.

"Let go," Lizetta indicated.

Remington looked into her cold eyes and sighed deeply, reluctantly releasing his hold on her. But as she turned

away, he couldn't bear it, pulling her back into his embrace, asking, "Liz, what do | need to do for you to forgive

me?"

His voice was hoarse, filled with frustration and sorrow. Lately, he felt her being hot and cold, and just when he

thought he had swayed her a little, she would retreat and beceven colder towards him. This made him

anxious, almost to the point of madness.

Lizetta felt a tightness in her chest. "Remington, maybe it's just your possessiveness. Because | was once your

wife, carrying your child, you can't stand the thought ofbeing with another man after we divorce."

"Or maybe, you're just used to havingat the Dashiell family. No matter how far or cold you are, I'm always

there when you chome, under your control. You're not used to losing that. Once I'm back in that place, you'll

realize it's Stella you've known since childhood, she's the one you love..."

As Lizetta spoke, a self-mocking smile appeared on her lips. In fact, she had never truly believed that Remington

loved her.

Listening to her sarcastic words,

Remington's chest heaved,

struggling for breath. He let go of Lizetta, pulling at his tie and unbuttoning his shirt, his eyes reddened, staring

at her, grating out, "It's like karma. | didn't believe you lovedand hurt you. Now, you're doing the sto

me. What do | have to do for you to believe I love you? Do | need to tear my heart out for you to see?"

He grabbed Lizetta's hand forcefully, placing it over his heart. Her fingertips felt his chaotic heartbeat, pounding

fiercely, like a blaze of fire and anger.

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Lizetta curled her fingers, avoiding his gaze. But Remington held her face, forcing her to look at him, his voice

hoarse again. "I've known Stella for eleven years, but | don't remember much before | was four, so it's more like

six or seven years of memories. Why don't you calculate how long I've known you..."

Lizetta felt his palm burning hot, his gaze scorching, almost searing through her. She shook her head vigorously,

struggling. "This is pointless. | won't do it!"

"Then letdo the math for you. | held you since you were born, you even peed on me, markingback

then."

Lizetta didn't want to listen to this

nonsense, but he continued, oblivious to her wide-eyed stare. "Before you were five, every tGranny Rachel

and my grandma met, they'd bring you along. You might not remember, but back then, you were most attached

toat the Dashiell family. The first person you learned to call wasn't 'mom' or 'dad,' it was 'brother.""