Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Lizetta bit her lip so hard that the taste of blood filled her mouth as she mechanically nodded her head.

Yoli would be okay! Yoli had to be okay!

But deep down, she knew. There was no such thing of the most dangerous area in the head. It was the head they were talking about - a place where one couldn't afford any harm. Suddenly, someone shouted that the ambulance had arrived, and Hogan immediately scooped Yolanda up in his arms.

Lizetta stood up, her vision darkening, her body swaying. Then, she felt herself being steadied by a very familiar set of arms, a man's large hand gripping her waist tightly. But the embrace that usually felt warm and comforting was now like being wrapped in thorns, causing Lizetta pain all over.

"Don't touch me!"

She glared with disdain, and disentangled herself from the grip, struggling to follow. But her wedding dress, with its long train, got in her way, causing her to stumble.

Remington grabbed her arm again, pulling her back to his side with a firm voice, "I'll carry you."

Lizetta wouldn't have it. She yanked her arm away, bent down, and started ripping at the long train of her dress with all her might.

Remington's ear. He felt as if what she

at him, her eyes were cold and empty. She said, "Remington, fourteen years of kindness, love, and foolishness.

fabric cut into Lizetta's palm, staining it with her blood. Her pale lower lip was also

his eyes,

him that one look before throwing the torn fabric at his

foot to follow but then stopped, ultimately closing his eyes and standing

didn't want to see him. The place was in chaos, and he'd

veins bulging on the back of his hands. He seemed like a silent mountain, beneath which

felt as if it had frozen over, silent enough to hear a pin

the torn fabric from the

slightly swollen face. Then he looked

swallowed hard, his complexion

to protect his mother and hadn't noticed Hanna being