Lizetta wanted happiness within her grasp, more than she ever had before.


    She reached back, gripping Remington’s hand tightly, maybe a bit too much.


    Remington paused, lifted his gaze with a quizzical eyebrow raise, “What’s up?”


    Their eyes met, and Lizetta pressed on, “Remington, you’ve made it clear to your mom that the kid isn’t


    yours. Can’t you justy it all out for me?”


    Remington’s lips tightened, “is it that important? The kid isn’t mine, you know that. And the kid won’t


    affect our future.”


    He frowned slightly, obviously reluctant to delve into this topic.


    He couldn’t fathom why Lizetta was so insistent on getting to the bottom of this


    N?vel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive ? material.


    The child wasn’t his, wouldn’t be living with them, and it wasn’t like he nned to keep it a secret


    forever.


    Once the child was bom, she’d naturally find out


    But Lizetta’s frustration red as her nose turned red, “But the existence of that child is already


    affecting our lives! I’m your wife, Remington. If you expect me to ept your ex, Evelina’s child, you


    owe me an exnation, right?”


    Her anger reignited at his evasive stance, and she pulled away from Remington, standing up to


    continue.


    “Evelina, with her precious little bun in the oven, is stirring up trouble every day. Do you really think


    she’ll settle down once the child is bom? You want our kids to be siblings with hers, while Evelina


    haunts me like a relentless specter I can’t live like this, not for a single day. If you’re going to keep this


    up, Remington, please, just let me and Joy leave. I just want a simple, peaceful life!”


    Her determination was unwavering, her love for Remington notwithstanding, she was tired and done.


    That wasn’t the life she envisioned, nor the future she hoped for.


    Having said her piece, Lizetta turned to leave.


    Remington frowned, reaching out to grab her arm, pulling her back.


    Lizetta, unable to control her response, staggered towards him. Remington sat at the edge of the bed,


    legs spread wide, effectively trapping Lizetta between them, immobilized.


    “Get up! This is so annoying, don’t make me get physical!”


    Lizetta gritted her teeth in frustration, but Remington grabbed her clenched fist, furrowing his brows


    “Who told you Evelina was my ex? When did we ever have that kind of rtionship? I must’ve missed


    the memo.


    Lizetta froze, her mind blown, staring nkly at Remington.


    “Weren’t you two together abroad?”


    Remington had gone overseas for college at seventeen, and pot long after, Evelina’s family sent her


    over too.


    During that time, with time differences and distances, Lizett? felt Remington drifting away.


    Yet, it was also then Evelina would asionally send photos of Remington at university events, parties,


    and the overseas branch, among other asions


    She’d also share tidbits about her and Remington.


    (Liz, Remington’s graduation is today, and he invited me. All his friends and ssmates will be there.


    Which dress should I wear? I’m so


    nervous


    Liz, Remington’s about to officially take over the overseas branch. Do you think the is a good gift for


    him?]


    Evelina would also post suggestive updates on Facebook.


    [Someone’s birthday next week, our first one officially together. I’ve prepared my first kiss as a gift,


    hope he’ll be pleasantly surprised.]


    The post would be apanied by a photo of Remington at work.