Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

In an instant, the two of them tumbled onto the bed together.

Remington was underneath, protectively holding Lizetta above him.

Lizetta was in a state of shock, gasping for air. As she came to her senses, she tried to struggle free.

But Remington tightened his grip around her waist and suddenly spoke up.

"I admit that when I saw you beaten and bruised on that snowy night years ago, I thought of Stella. And yes, the first piece of orange candy I gave you was Stella's favorite."

Hearing just this much, Lizetta felt as though her heart was being sliced open; unable to hold back, she had tears stream down her face.

Each tear, heavy with her grievances and shattered feelings, fell directly from her eyes, and landed on Remington's forehead, nose, eyelids, and lips.

For a moment, Remington panicked. He quickly lifted his head, kissing her, trying to soothe her broken heart.

"Don't cry, let me finish!"

so much, just share your deep feelings with her. She'd probably love to hear them, and she'd be touched. Don't tell me, I don't want to be a witness to

her ears and clumsily climbed off Remington, attempting to escape the

had only taken one step when Remington caught

waist, while forcefully pulling her hands away from her ears to his lips for a

did we know about love at that age? Do you think I'm some kind of reincarnated god of love?" Remington felt

cold-hearted and indifferent. She was

Remington, feeling bewildered. Remington tightened his grip on Lizetta's hand and placed it over his

childhood companion, a

Lizetta was taken aback. It was the answer she

he said

felt dazed, unsure whether

don't believe all this, Stella is six years older than you, and you two have different personalities, looks, and hobbies. How could I ever see you as her stand-in?" Remington couldn't help but laugh

realize before that you have

the tap, but that slight pain grounded her, reassuring her that this wasn't

scars on your body aren't fake, right? You yourself said last