Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

I never expected to get caught in a downpour, with both the signal and the mountain roads cut off, delaying my journey. What I least expected was for Stella to come down with a relentless fever halfway

through, nor did I anticipate Yolanda's accident at the wedding."

It was his arrogance, always believing he had everything under control, but he forgot that things didn't always go according to plan.

Lizetta slowly turned her head to look at him. Perhaps it was the dim lighting of the hospital corridor, but the man's handsome features seemed shadowed, almost pale.

But Lizetta realized she no longer felt sorry for him.

With a voice as calm as it could possibly be, she said, "Whatever issues you're wrestling with, whether you've let go of the past or not, I don't care anymore. Mr. Dashiell, please, show some self-respect." Remington's grip on Lizetta's arm loosened slightly. She took a deep breath, about to pull her arm away to leave, but then he suddenly pulled her in closer, holding her tight.

His familiar scent overwhelmed her. But all Lizetta felt was revulsion as she pushed against him.

"Remington, what exactly are you trying to do!"

your love to in your diary, it's me, isn't

hold, keeping the struggling woman firmly in his embrace as if not letting go could somehow make her

everything laid bare, Lizetta felt nothing but

I demeaned myself, but now I've woken up. I don't want to love you anymore! I'm begging you, let me go!"

always loved him felt like a painful strike to his heart,

misunderstanding you and Lucian all this time. I've been so foolish; Liz, you can't do

me, then continue to do so. I refuse to believe that you can just

gaze. His demand was fierce; he commanded her to

of

understand what he'd said that

however, gave a bitter

of disappointment reaching its peak, a qualitative change brought on by quantitative accumulation. Believe it

me! Four years ago, when I said I didn't drug you to get into your bed, you didn't believe me! When I said I liked you, you

you believed me, said you'd get to the bottom of it. Clearly, you never did. If you had, you would've found out the diary was tampered