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."

still, tempted to check if Remington had a fever

"Go quickly."

heavily patted Ray's shoulder did Ray nod and leave

closer

villa's outer wall was low, hardly blocking a man's line of

the dancing snow, Remington's gaze landed on the window

out vague shadows, though

But the

exceptionally bright yellow sweate

up and around. Remington

her.

the depths

fell heavier, covering his shoulders and eyelashes, and he

the crunch of footsteps on snow sounded, Remington glanced to

wasn't Ray; it

to hide, and the woman hurried over,

with relief, at least the villa wasn't

return, Lizetta

look, Mr. Madden brought us

at the array of pastries on