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.

at City Hall, the gloomy sky finally unleashed a flurry of snowflakes. Perhaps due to the weather, it was unusually quiet at the

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

took the coat from the servant and wrapped it around her, adding a scarf

because of me," Camille's cheek still bore the mark of a slap,

hit me, no need to apologize. Besides, if Lucian hadn't been so protective and impulsive, Yolanda wouldn't have fallen trying to save Hanna and

a lump in her throat but

"Okay."

Lizetta eyed the Maybach parked

following her since she left the hospital,

waiting for someone to bring

inside from view. Seeing no movement, Lizetta

and the man slowly rolled it down, his profile

hospital corridor was nowhere to be seen. This, Lizetta thought, was the real Remington -

the snow, she looked at him, "Mr. Dashiell,

eyes with her, but his response veered off-topic, "The year you came to the Dashiell family, it was snowing like this, very similar to now." Lizetta frowned; she had no patience for these. All she wanted was to finalize their divorce and return to the hospital to be