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."

stood still, tempted to check if Remington had a fever or was delirious, or

"Go quickly."

shoulder did Ray nod

take steps closer to the villa where Lizetta

villa's outer wall was low, hardly

snow, Remington's gaze landed on the window that leaked

make out vague shadows,

But the

exceptionally bright yellow sweate

up and around.

her.

the depths of his

fell heavier, covering his shoulders and eyelashes, and

on snow sounded, Remington glanced

Ray; it must be a

aside to hide, and the woman hurried over, pushed open

villa wasn't just inhabited

with Dora's return, Lizetta also breathed a

Mr. Madden brought us lots of

Dora over, but Dora glanced at the array of pastries on the table without moving