Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

His fingers trembled slightly, and for a moment, he thought she had awoken.

But she hadn't. It was just the restlessness of dreams, her eyes closed as she turned in her sleep.

Yet, the taste of bitterness swelled in Remington's heart, the agony and pain torturing him, driving him to the brink of madness.

Liz, do you despise me that much?

Even in your dreams, you're repelling and detesting me.

But what can I do when even entering your dreams brings me a slight thrill of joy?

Lizetta's discomfort pulled Remington back to reality.

She lay on her back, her brow furrowed even tighter, seemingly uncomfortable as she shifted to her side, her legs twitching slightly under the covers.

Remington had carefully read through pregnancy guides and remembered reading that during the second trimester, it's common for expectant mothers to experience numbness in their legs.

He gently warmed his hands and cautiously reached under the covers, tenderly massaging her legs.

It was dawn when Remington finally left.

As he departed, he used his jacket to brush away his footprints in the snow.

The wind picked up, swirling the snow, quickly covering all traces.

woke up late the next

the West family hunting her down would disturb her sleep, but surprisingly, even Joy

refreshed. She opened the

sky was clear, the

gaze

the terrace of the neighbor's house about twenty

height, had a round head topped with a crooked red woolen hat, wrapped

the snowman was a bunch of fresh "Angel's Tears," the bell-shaped flowers

stared, feeling as if her

a child, Remington would also build her a snowman

and his snowmen were always lopsided and

away her emotions,

regaining composure, andet

the snowman through the opened

the door brought her back, and she

was

to

in surprise, saying, "So

she had woken up too late, not

deepened, a smile playing on

that your way of

was low and magnetic, with