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.

slowly returned, she opened her eyes to find the curtains undrawn and

and she'd missed everything - the deadline to divorce had passed, rendering their application void. Feeling utterly drained, she closed

you feel unwell anywhere? How about getting up and eating

sofa across the bed. His

had

without lifting her eyelids, she showed no intention of

Remington continued, "You haven't eaten all day. Even if you're not

her mouth bitter, and her mood was terrible. Perhaps she was too hungry to feel it, but she didn't feel starving or have

to pull the covers

planning to ignore me and stay silent for the

met as

intense, hers cold, "Get

breath hitched, his jaw

care about her instead? You could've taken her to the wedding today, actually. I wouldn't mind if you replaced the bride with her.

pushing him away. It seemed she truly didn't care, daring to say such

paling. Eventually,