Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Remington gently lifted the unconscious Lizetta into his arms, when from a distance, Camille saw what was happening and hurried over.

Just as Remington was about to close the car door, Camille stopped him.

"Remington, what are you doing?"

"Camille, you've been through a lot today. Go home and rest. We'll sort this out ourselves."

Remington didn't look at Camille, his focus solely on adjusting Lizetta's position in his arms.

Camille frowned, "Remington, don't you know Liz well enough? Forcing her like this will only lead to regret!"

Finally, Remington glanced at Camille, his large hand gently caressing the hair of the woman in his arms, his voice hoarse, "All I know is that those who love each other should be together."

Not something Remington would typically say, and Camille was slightly taken aback, releasing her grip involuntarily.

By the time she came back to her senses, Remington had already shut the car door, and the vehicle sped away. Lizetta woke up from a nightmare, her head heavy and foggy.

eyes to find the curtains undrawn

the deadline to divorce had passed, rendering their application void. Feeling utterly drained, she closed her eyes, a suffocating discomfort

you feel unwell anywhere? How about

from the sofa across the bed. His tall

so strong that Lizetta had felt his gaze

it, and now, without lifting her eyelids, she showed no intention of

eaten all day. Even if you're not hungry, Joy

was terrible. Perhaps she was too hungry to feel it, but she didn't feel starving or

about to pull the covers over

turned cold, "Lizetta! Are you planning to ignore

as

intense, hers cold,

his

today, actually. I wouldn't mind if you replaced the bride with

away. It seemed

trembled slightly, his face paling.