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.

Lizetta woke up the next morning,

lay there for a while before getting up and opening her

aroma

been living alone these days.

the kitchen, only to witness

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

yellow floral one with ruffle edges that Lizetta had

he hadn't left last

"Good morning, Liz."

greeting her as if it was the most natural thing

felt a headache coming on.

was leaving last night?" Remington

lifting the

noodles won't

clenched her teeth, standing still, utterly

her, his gaze at her

Boftend

hair, which somehow made

look even more

but Lizetta turned

the bathroom door, Lizetta turned

determined to change the

locks first thing later.