Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Since Remington thought she was just making a fuss, Lizetta decided she'd let him think that way. In that case, he wouldn't overthink things at least.

With a scoff, Lizetta pushed against the man's hold and sat up from his embrace, saying, "Mr. Dashiell, you're always caught up in a whirlwind of activities, handling a million things a day. If you weren't sincere about watching the show, you could've simply stayed away."

As Remington heard this, his eyes softened slightly, and his voice turned mellow, "How can you say I wasn't sincere? I had to leave because Stella suddenly felt phantom limb pain."

Lizetta cut him off with a cold laugh, "Oh, her phantom limb sure has a sense of timing."

"Lizetta!"

Remington's voice suddenly dropped, interrupting her acrid comments, a stern look crossing his face.

"Why have you become so mean?"

The sight of Stella tormented by her bloody phantom limb wasn't something one could fake.

Lizetta shivered at his harsh words, her face turning pale, her lips trembling slightly.

attempts to woo her with his tenderness and care this period of time, forgetting he was never really

It's only now you're realizing it. What? Found out I'm not as adorable as you thought, and now you can't keep up your act of deep affection? Then don't. Even I

her lips into a mocking smile, her eyes filled with scorn, yet

eyes as he stared at

met his gaze defiantly, her

Dashiell, it sounds

uttered the words after a long

her, couldn't argue;

also turned away, looking

et

Lizetta felt a chill around her neck. Looking down,

eight carats, set in a simple classic design, glittered

the auction yesterday, a gift for your performance. Congratulations on a successful show," Remington

her neck, a bit close to her, his breath warm

to the auction for this reason. She felt a lump in her throat, saying, "You always do this."