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!"

share your deep feelings with her. She'd probably love to hear them, and she'd be touched. Don't tell

and clumsily climbed

had only taken one step when Remington caught her around the

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

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

was cold-hearted and indifferent. She

Remington tightened his grip on Lizetta's hand and placed it over

childhood companion, a

was the answer she had

so straightforward, not hiding anything; he

felt dazed, unsure whether to believe him or

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 at the absurdity;

before that you

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

she said, "But the scars on your body aren't fake, right? You yourself said last time they were from looking for someone who got hurt. Wasn't that