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.

shared her bed, they slept in separate rooms whenever he occasionally

returned home.

the bathroom of

her departure, they’d somehow made their way into

discovery threw her

to the company for two meetings.”

voice came from beside her, snapping

Remington was a stickler for routine, always up at 6 AM

for a run.

now did Lizetta realize that he wasn’t in his

he hadn’t woken up next to her

wasn’t even by her side last night; perhaps he had just

the deal with those

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move into the master bedroom

Why?

over Remington’s actions, which might not mean anything

trying to force herself not to

you head out? I’ll be down in a bit after I get ready.”

to leave, not understanding what was

teeth.

seemed a bit concerned. He nodded and before leaving, he reminded

take

her pregnancy, he had been on edge.

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