Chapter 155
Remington’s words got Lizetta’s heart racing faster than any sweet nothings ever could
But before that sweet feeling could spread, it was quickly replaced by bitterness
If this had happened six months ago, heck, even two months ago, she’d be over the moon.
But now, it’s just too late.
Even though her heart still skipped a beat, she no longer wanted to look back, nor did she have the courage
- to.
Lizetta looked at the man she loved, her pale lips curving slightly.
“Yeah, the feelings are gone.”
Her words sent a chill through Remington, who tightened his grip on her chin.
“Did you ever love me?”
A pang of pain hit Lizetta’s heart. How could she have not loved him? She hadn’t even moved on yet.
But then she remembered that night when she was stitched up, lying in bed, and felt she needed his
concern.
But he was nowhere to be found. When she finally got through to him on the phone, being nervous and hopeful, she confessed her feelings
“I’m sorry, brother, I like you”
She still remembered his cold response.
“Stop calling me “brother. Doesn’t it make you sick? Lizetta, you really stop at nothing to stay with the Dashiell family!”
He said she disgusted him, and that her love made him sick.
After that, Lizetta never dared to confess again.
At twenty, they got married, and she told him.
“Remi, I’ll be the best wife; I would take care of you and stand by you, through thick and thin. Can you try to work on this marriage with me?”
She hid her love for him in plain words. How could the best wife not love her husband?
But he said, “Lizetta, save your energy. Let’s just have a marriage of convenience, which would be better for both of us.”
He threw at her a marriage of convenience contract. Even so, she was foolish enough not to give up.
Two years of draining effort.
Now, Remington was asking this question again. How was she supposed to answer?
The truth would just give him another chance to humiliate her.
They were getting divorced, and there was no need for any of this anymore. Lizetta didn’t want to be entangled with him any further.
She looked at Remington and shook her head with conviction.
“No, I don’t love you.”
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In her heart, she silently thought that, yes, one day in the future, Lizetts would definitely not love Remington
anymore.
She could do it.
Remington stared at the woman before him; her eyes were clear and calm, devoid of any emotion
He knew what she looked like when she lied, and it was nothing like the calm she showed now.
She had never loved him.
Remington’s lips curled into a mocking smirk, and his expression remained unchanged as he released the grip on Lizetta’s chin
He stepped back, standing up
“That’s for the best. You’re right, divorce is indeed our best option
Lizetta pursed her lips, and her eyes and brows bent slightly
“Yeah, Remi, after the divorce we can be like before, I
But Remington cut her off, while looking down on her with a cold gaze.
“You’re wrong. I, Remington, will not be siblings with my ex–wife! Lizetta, stop dreaming. We will never be siblings in this lifetime! It won’t just gross me out, and my future wife won’t accept it either After the divorce, we’ll be strangers until death.”
Lizetta’s face turned ashen, her expression freezing, and she felt hollow in her heart.
After a while, she barely managed a smile
“Okay, I understand.”
Remington scoffed, “Lizetta, you’d better not show your face around me again?”
“Okay.”
“Get the 3 million together, and I’ll let you go.”
“Okay.”
Watching the woman coldly responding with ‘okay after ‘okay, Remington felt a chill in his bones.
She didn’t love him. The woman who stayed by his side out of obligation was pale, sad, and tired, and clearly not happy.
She just wanted to escape.
Holding onto her was meaningless.
With those words, Remington, without giving Lizetta another glance, strode away.
His figure disappeared at the hospital room door, and Lizetta collapsed back onto the bed and had tears break through in an instant.
She curled up, unable to stop shaking, with the taste of blood in her mouth.
He had let her go.
Lizetta could feel it; this time he really wouldn’t hold her back or make things difficult for her again.
It was exactly what she wanted, so why didn’t she feel any relief?
Maybe because, after all, she had lost her brother too.
Lizetta cried for a long time. When she finally calmed down and grabbed her phone to call Yolanda to pick her up, she saw the photo Evelina had sent.
In the photo, Remington was wearing the same clothes he had left in that morning, in a club’s private room, and Evelina happily nestled in his embrace.
Lizetta’s emotions drained from her eyes; at that moment, she felt an immense relief.
She was glad she hadn’t fallen for the man’s warmth and attempts to hold onto her, and she hoped, truly hoped, that this time Remington had really let go.
