Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 330

Lizetta was blissfully unaware that the man lying in the hospital bed had turned as cold as ice.

Remington’s gaze shifted from the joyous figure of the woman to the closed eyelids of his own contemplation

Memories began to flood his mind

Ever since Lizetta arrived at the Dashiell household, she had been sensible and well behaved, but her interactions with Lucian were

different

From a young age, she refused to call him in a formal way.

As kids, they’d occasionally tussle and bicker, acting like the best of frenemies.

In Lucian’s presence, Lizetta was her true, lively self, a stark contrast to the overly polite girl she was around Remington

Her first time getting drunk was with Lucian, and she even called out his name in her sleep afterward.

Her first all–nighter was spent at the beach with Lucian, watching the stars.

For Lizetta’s college graduation, Remington, despite being severely injured abroad, rushed back to celebrate with her.

In the campus grounds. Lucian lifted her in her graduation gown, refusing to let her down, balancing her on his shoulder.

She playfully tugged at Lucian’s hair, half–annoyed, half–amused.

okay? Happy now,

her laughter

And then

diary hidden in Remington’s office drawer, filled with youthful

masochistically memorized every

clenched his fists. If it weren’t for that night four years ago, perhaps they would’ve been

Lizetta’s voice suddenly broke

saw a flash of deep emotion in his eyes, but it vanished as quickly as it

“What’s up?”

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Lucian’s plans to start a racing tmck, which naturally led

abroad.

this with Remington yet and was eager to

want to give up on them. With Donies busy touring the world and unable to teach,

going to need her mother. Maybe we should reconsider your study abroad plans in a

they’d be forced to spend even

missed crucial moments of her youth, allowing Lucian to take up space in her heart.

and a baby

with

Jay

dance companies willing to take her in she had to do was say the

years, once their relationship was more stable and their child a bit older,

only twenty–two, with a long dance career ahead of her. Remington felt there was no

giving birth, her body needed time to recover, and diving back into intense dance rehearsals for eight or nine hours a day was out