Female NovelRemington was silent for a long while; his deep eyes swirled with intense emotion before settling backinto calmness.
He had his thumb gently brush against Lizetta's reddened eye corner, and said with a hoarse voice.
"It was my responsibility to find her. If it hadn't been for me, she wouldn't have encountered troubleback then. I owe her, and I owe the West family."
The guilt and sorrow in his eyes were dense and unyielding; those were emotions Lizetta had neverseen in him before.
It was as if he, too, was just an ordinary person, capable of feeling powerless, bewildered, and fragile.
And these emotions were all because of Stella West.
Lizetta's heart still sourly churned, but seeing him like this made her uneasy too.
Without realizing it, she lifted her hand to gently stroke the man's drooping eyelids, as if trying tosmooth away the worry and sadness there.
"But haven't you found her now? You even let her stay in our other house to hide her existence fromme. Have you thought about my feelings? What am I supposed to think?"
Lizetta pressed him, her heart tightening bit by bit, filled with jealousy, grievance, and anger.
Remington frowned, "What other house?"
"Echo Ridge Villa."
"How could that be our house? Isn't this our house?"
Although his returns were infrequent after they got married, he certainly knew which house was theirs.
Lizetta stared at Remington, unsure whether to be angry or relieved.
The reason she felt relieved was because he genuinely seemed unaware that Echo Ridge Villa wasalso arranged as a marital home by his grandmother.
So, he had carelessly let another woman stay there.
The reason she was angry was because it seemed he had never truly invested in their marriage,otherwise, how could he not know?
Her eyes moistened slightly, and her lips curved into a bitter smirk.
"Echo Ridge Villa is closer to the hospital. Grandma thought of my frequent hospital visits to see mybrother, so she chose both that place and Oakridge Heights as our homes.novelbin
I was involved in decorating and designing both places. After everything was arranged, I made aPowerPoint presentation and sent it to you.
You took a few days before letting Cedric reply to me, saying everything was fine and that I couldchoose whichever I liked."
Back then, she felt she was finally going to have a home of her own.
And it was meant to be a home for her and Remi.
Despite him never being part of the decorating process, she thought, with his busy schedule, she couldhandle it alone.
She wanted to create the best home for him, as a surprise.
She made a PowerPoint, even leaving a cheesy love note at the end.
[My heart, your forever home]
She hoped to build a home that could bear all her youthful joys, future hopes, and sweetness, wherethey would raise children and grow old together. But clearly, he was indifferent, lacking any empathy.
He probably never even looked at her PowerPoint, and just had Cedric casually reply to her.
Poor her, waiting days for Cedric's response, holding her phone and foolishly smiling.
Thinking she had his approval.
"What PowerPoint?"
As expected, Remington frowned, completely feeling bewildered.
Lizetta clenched inside, telling herself to breathe deeply.
Don't dredge up the past, don't reopen old wounds.
Suppressing the spreading emptiness and bitterness, Lizetta finally spoke up.
"Even if you didn't know Echo Ridge Villa was a marital home, I saw with my own eyes that day youcanceled on me to pick up Stella, and even opened the car door for her.
You told me you were in a meeting, but you were actually with Stella. What's the meaning of lying andhiding this?"
Remington's expression darkened slightly, "You were following me?"
Lizetta was provoked by his accusation; her face turned cold as she abruptly withdrew her hand fromhis face.