Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Lizetta couldn't believe her ears.

What did Remington just say? He said he loved her? How could that be possible?!

Lizetta thought, perhaps the saddest thing in the world was finally hearing what she'd longed for, only to be filled with doubt and bitterness instead of joy. Without the anticipation, his words could no longer move her. Lizetta lowered her head and slowly unwrapped his arms from around her waist.

"Stop joking. If your love means constantly hurting and disappointing me, then it's a cheap kind of love I can't even bother with."

With those words, Lizetta walked away, never looking back.

Remington didn't try to stop her. His jaw clenched tight, his handsome face seemed to be coated in ice, covering the turmoil within.

He watched her determined departure, his profound gaze growing even darker, as if no light could penetrate it.

So, this was what it felt like to muster the courage to confess love, only to be doubted; to not be believed by the one he loved felt suffocating.

a flurry of snowflakes. Perhaps due to the weather, it

to bring over the necessary documents. Camille was already there, and she

approached, Camille quickly took the coat from the servant and wrapped it around her, adding a scarf for good

your face. It's all because of me," Camille's cheek still bore

her, "It wasn't you who hit me, no need to apologize. Besides, if Lucian hadn't been so protective and impulsive, Yolanda

felt a lump in her throat

"Okay."

Maybach parked not far

her since she left the

was waiting for someone

the man inside from view.

man slowly rolled it down, his profile as

corridor was nowhere to be seen. This, Lizetta thought, was the real Remington - his professed love,

she looked at him, "Mr. Dashiell, have you got all

very similar to now." Lizetta frowned; she