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.

up late the

her down would disturb her sleep, but surprisingly, even Joy

feeling refreshed. She opened the curtains to a

clear, the

her gaze suddenly

on the terrace of the neighbor's house about twenty meters away,

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

was a bunch of fresh "Angel's

as if her heart was being tightly

a snowman every year, always placing it outside

and his snowmen were always lopsided

blinked away her emotions,

regaining composure, andet

at the snowman

the door brought her

she was greeted

have to

in surprise,

slightly apologetic, realizing she had woken up too

a smile

of asking

low and magnetic, with a slight