Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

She thought he didn't love her, that he couldn't bear to face her. But in that moment, Lizetta suddenly realized she might've been completely wrong. If he didn't want to face her, he would've blindfolded himself, not her.

Remington must've thought she didn't love him; that was why he'd been holding back all this time, scared to frighten her.

He said he loved her, but she could never feel it. Strangely enough, right now, she felt a glimpse of his restrained love.

He probably wasn't as strong as she perceived, always on top, leading effortlessly. He, too, had his insecurities, his fears.

In an instant, Lizetta gripped the edge of the table, her nails digging into the wood grain, feeling an overwhelming sadness.

Tears seeped from her tightly shut eyes. It was such a pity; she realized too late.

If she'd known earlier, maybe they could've connected, built trust, and she would have the courage to weather any storm with him.

But there were no ifs. So much had happened, so many obstacles.

Their minds had changed; trust had collapsed. She wasn't brave anymore; it seemed they couldn't go back.

palms were sweaty, his handsome face pallid. He closed his eyes tightly, and then kissed Lizetta on the forehead, his voice hoarse, "Don't

for a blanket, wrapping her

the sound of running water filled the space as Lizetta had

the tap, checked the water's temperature, and then gently placed Lizetta, who was still wrapped in the blanket, into

in the warm water, her rigid, cold body slowly warming and relaxing. When she opened her eyes from

face, her shoulders shaking slightly, she finally sobbed out

man who used to come home every day was now

her dance troupe's performances. Lying alone in the big bed late at night, she'd

too. She also thought, with Stella so proactive, and the West family along with Hanna's

the news of

various upscale places reached Lizetta's ears. It was said, Martin and Barbara

Zion City ended

found the corridor blocked with baskets of

the

ready on

the Summer