Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

"Is it gonna hurt?"

Remington lifted his gaze, his eyes slightly squinting, deeply staring at his breathtakingly beautiful wife in the early morning light.

"Mrs. Dashiell, you think so highly of me?"

"What do you mean?" Lizetta was a bit perplexed, her eyes soft and clear.

The man's lips curved slightly, "You think my stamina and intensity could surpass your daily dance workouts?" Lizetta's cheeks flushed, and she playfully punched his shoulder in faux annoyance, "Just be careful, okay?"

"Yeah, you're quite the handful. Honey, if you have so much faith in me, wait until Joy arrives, and I'll prove it to you."

His voice was husky, whispering in Lizetta's ear, his lips hot, trailing down her neck, his kisses growing more fervent.

around his neck, her

his mood having been exceptionally good these past few days. She thought, perhaps he was also looking forward to

of passion, she

let's never

holding her tightly, and eagerly nuzzled

with warmth, feeling both

were indeed late. Lizetta rushed through her breakfast, while Remington sat beside her, dabbing her lips with a napkin to clean the milk stains,

contented smile, clearly in a better mood, added, "I'll drive you myself later; by the way, have we settled on a

timing of the wedding, Remington had left for Lizetta and Fiona to discuss. He would go along with their

big fuss, just a simple, warm ceremony with close friends and

dance rehearsals, she hardly

be just over four months along, and she could still fit nicely into a wedding dress, given her belly wasn't

their marriage. It didn't need to be grand, as long as it