Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Liz, are you afraid of falling for me again? Or are you afraid that deep down, you're still in love with me?"

The only response he got was the sound of the door being double-locked, followed by Lizetta's cool voice. "I'm going to bed. You better leave!"

"Goodnight then," Remington replied.

Behind the door, Lizetta smirked mockingly. As if she wished him a good night.

He was just being sentimental. She simply didn't want to owe him anything after their divorce.

But then, a familiar knocking pattern came through the door.

Knock, knock, knock, knock!

Three quick, one slow.

Just like the countless times they had said goodnight through a wall.

Lizetta's mocking smile froze, her eyes suddenly moist.

But she didn't raise her hand to respond. Instead, she quickly moved away from the door and entered the master bathroom. Remington leaned against the door, waiting in vain for her to knock back. All he heard was her receding footsteps.

He sighed softly after a while.

That night, Lizetta found it hard to sleep. Hans' appearance had indeed affected her.

She slept fitfully, her dreams filled with a sense of running, shrouded in a fog of blood.

next morning, her head

while before getting up and opening her

she didn't expect was the aroma of food that

been living alone

kitchen, only to witness

in a white shirt and black suit pants, sleeves rolled up to

an apron, a pink and yellow floral one with ruffle edges that Lizetta had bought a

hadn't

"Good morning, Liz."

her as if it was the most natural thing in the

headache coming on. "Why

I say I was leaving last night?"

back to the stove, lifting the cooked noodles

freshen up. The noodles won't taste good if they get

clenched her teeth, standing still,

his gaze

Boftend

hair, which somehow made

even more

reached out to smooth her hair, but Lizetta turned abruptly

door, Lizetta turned

to

locks first thing later.