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.

sweaty, his handsome face pallid. He closed his eyes tightly, and then kissed Lizetta on

wrapping her up, and

running water filled the space as Lizetta had prepared

placed Lizetta, who was still wrapped in the blanket, into the tub. The sound of water drowned

slowly warming and relaxing.

herself slowly, covering her face, her shoulders shaking

come home every day was now busy, not returning for a couple

dance troupe's performances. Lying alone in

She also thought, with Stella so proactive, and the West family

without prying, the

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

City ended

blocked with baskets of flowers from fans. Entering the restroom,

hands, the

be ready

the Summer