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

thought the news about the West family hunting her down

feeling refreshed. She opened the curtains

was clear, the

gaze

the neighbor's house

topped with a crooked red woolen hat, wrapped in a red scarf, with a

of

feeling as if her heart was being

her a snowman every year, always placing it outside her

had little patience, and his snowmen were always lopsided and undeveloped, never

away

regaining composure, andet

the snowman

on the door brought her back,

was

have to go

surprise, saying,

slightly apologetic, realizing she had woken up too

a smile playing on

your way of asking me to

voice was low and magnetic, with a