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 the sink and

Stomach ache?" He

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

waist thickening, but her belly hadn't been prominent. Today, looking in the mirror, she suddenly saw from the side that her belly had a small but definite curve. Joy was

resignation in his eyes, he

gave mommy a scare, and mommy gave

Lizetta blinked, "Why?"

flicked Lizetta's nose, "Looks like I'm becoming the bottom

her arms around Remington's neck and saying,

met with a passionate response. When he let her go, she rested on his shoulder, breathing softly,

my belly decide to show now? I wonder if the wedding dress will still fit. By the

passed, and the wedding day

juggling rehearsals with the dance troupe and wedding preparations. It was a hectic but happy time

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

swamped with work, having not even found the time to