Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 283

Lizetta was brushing her teeth when Remington just stood there, ogling her.

She glanced at him, a bit puzzled.

“Aren’t you gonna brush your teeth?”

She said this, while her eyes unintentionally scanned the toiletries nearby, slowing down her brushing rhythm.

Only now did she realize that she was in Oakridge Heights, their marital home, the place they once shared. When she left, she had only packed some clothes, nothing else.

But now, she noticed that everything in Oakridge Heights was left untouched.

Her toiletries were still there toothbrush, towel, mouthwash cup, comb, makeup, and even her hair ties were hanging from the hooks under the towel rack.

It was as if she had never left.

Well, that was not entirely true, there was a change.

Lizetta noticed that next to her stuff, someone else’s belongings had been added.

Remington’s toiletries, placed right beside hers, of varying heights and sizes, made everything look like it was in pairs.

Her items were in warm tones, while his were in cool tones.

But many of these items were couple–themed, handpicked by Lizetta herself.

These items held her hopes and dreams.

then, Remington never shared her bed, they slept in separate rooms

returned home.

toiletries used to be in the bathroom of

departure, they’d somehow made their

threw her thoughts

freshened up, been to

voice came from beside her, snapping Lizetta back

morning. Remington was a stickler for routine, always up at

for a run.

only now did Lizetta realize that he wasn’t in his loungewear but dressed in a suit and shoes.

hadn’t woken up next to her after

last night; perhaps he had just happened to be there when she woke up.

deal with those

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move into the master bedroom after she

Why?

worked up over Remington’s actions, which might not mean

force herself not to look

be down in a bit

to leave, not understanding what was so interesting about watching her

teeth.

nodded and

rush, take your time.”

he learned about her pregnancy,

her as if she was made of delicate glass, always wanting to keep