Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Handwriting was connected to their strain, which, slanted to the left, was a sign, some said, of someone who was emotionally repressed, sensitive, and cautious.

Back in the day, Lizetta's slant was even more pronounced, and Remington had put in quite the effort to help her correct it. It had improved significantly, but if one looked closely, the lean was still there. "Boss, do you want me to check out this letter?"

That was when Cedric walked in. Seeing Remington still holding the letter, he offered to help. But Remington simply pressed the letter into a journal and slid it back into the drawer, his voice deep and firm. "No need. Get a forged handwriting certification ready in a couple of days."

Cedric was momentarily taken aback but didn't press further, simply responding, "Sure thing, boss."

"Ah! Remi! Remington!"

Early in the morning, as Remington was choosing a watch in his walk-in closet, Lizetta's familiar voice suddenly echoed from the bathroom.

Remington's hand twitched, and the Patek Philippe he had just picked up dropped to the floor, its face cracking.

But the watch's owner didn't spare it another glance, his figure already dashing out of the closet and into the bathroom.

"Liz!"

in front of

wrong? Stomach ache?" He

noticed Joy's grown so much! My belly's sticking

her belly had a small but definite curve. Joy was growing. She said, pulling Remington's hand to her slightly protruding belly. Remington, still

eyes, he gently

gave mommy a scare, and mommy gave daddy a scare. Not very

Lizetta blinked, "Why?"

like I'm

paused, and then burst into laughter, wrapping her arms around Remington's neck and saying, "Mr. Dashiell, it's good to be aware

leaned in, kissing his lips, and was immediately met with a passionate response. When he let her go, she rested on his shoulder,

wedding is the day after tomorrow. Why did my belly decide to show now? I wonder if the wedding dress will still fit. By the way, Sophia's supposed to bring over

month passed, and the

been busy juggling rehearsals with the dance troupe and

closer, the surreal feeling of it all being almost too good to be true started creeping in, perhaps a case of premarital syndrome others talked

swamped with work, having