Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

"Finding her is all that matters, no rush."

Remington held back his emotions, his voice hoarse as he spoke.

Ray couldn't fathom what Remington was hesitating for.

He had seen how Remington had struggled these past two months.

Severe insomnia, suppressed emotions, and withering away.

For days on end, aside from the necessary work conversations, he had been incredibly silent. Ray felt that if they didn't find Lizetta soon, Remington's pent-up emotions were going to reach a breaking point. And now, they had finally found his wife.

Moreover, she was currently sharing a room with a man who had his sights set on her.

Based on Ray's knowing of Remington, Remington should've already drawn his gun from his hip, charged in with him, and taken his wife back by now.

But Remington had instead instructed him not to alert anyone else and to find a place to stay?

Were they not planning to act tonight and just watching from afar?

And he's not in a rush?

Ray had never heard anything so absurd.

"Mr. Remington Dashiell."

Remington had a fever or

"Go quickly."

when Remington heavily patted Ray's shoulder did Ray nod

closer to

wall was low, hardly

dancing snow, Remington's gaze landed on

could even make out

But the

exceptionally bright yellow sweate

up and

her.

at that blurred figure, the

his shoulders and eyelashes, and he forgot

of footsteps on snow sounded, Remington

wasn't Ray; it must

to hide, and the woman hurried over, pushed open the gate, and went

least the villa

know was, with Dora's return, Lizetta also breathed a sigh of relief.

brought us lots of

but Dora glanced at the array of pastries on the table