Shattered Illusions Love Lies and Redemption (Lizetta and Remington) novel Chapter 1017

Liz finally realized why Martin had been so agreeable about handing over the expensive villa. This was the real trap. By generously giving away a luxurious property for the sake of his precious grandson, he made it nearly impossible for them to refuse his request to let family stay over and care for the boy. Denying him now would seem totally unreasonable and cruel.

Stella's eyes lit up as she looked hopefully at Remington. "I can just stay in any guest room. If that's not convenient, sleeping on the living room sofa is fine too."

Remington scoffed, ready to reject the idea outright, but Liz tightened her grip on his arm.

"Babe," Liz said sweetly, "let Ms. West stay in the room opposite Ron's on the second floor. It's close to him, so if he cries during the night, she can get up to check on him right away."

Remington gave Liz a deeply meaningful look, then nodded. "Alright. You are the hostess here; you can arrange things however you like. I have no objections."

Stella barely had a moment to rejoice over Remington's agreement before her heart was flooded with jealousy at his doting tone. But what woman wouldn't desire a man who was this capable, yet so willing to spoil his own woman? The itch in Stella's heart grew stronger; she wanted Remington more than ever.

She turned to her father and said, "Dad, you should head back. It's getting late."

Martin gave her a profound look before finally taking his leave. Stella then followed Liz and Remington upstairs.

Watching the couple in front of her acting all lovey-dovey—Liz's arm wrapped around him, his hand resting on her waist—Stella rolled her eyes in silent disgust. Her mood worsened considerably when she saw framed photos of Liz hanging on the hallway walls. Any trace of joy she felt about staying the night rapidly evaporated.

Remington turned the knob and walked into the bedroom first. Liz lagged a step behind, but just as she was about to go in, Stella reached out and grabbed her arm.

Liz frowned and looked back. Seeing out of the corner of her eye that Remington had stepped away, Stella hissed, "Lizetta, are you really sleeping in the master bedroom too? You and Remington are divorced. How can you have so little self-respect?"

Liz found the remark highly amusing. She blinked playfully at Stella. "What's wrong? Getting anxious seeing me sleep with my boyfriend? Worried you won't get the chance to offer yourself to his bed tonight?"

Stella's face instantly twisted with anger and embarrassment. "Liz, your words are foul! Just because you have no self-respect, don't project your shamelessness onto others!"