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,

for a while before

was the aroma of food that

alone these days.

hurried to the kitchen, only to

and black suit pants, sleeves rolled up to reveal strong, sculpted

one with ruffle edges that

hadn't left

"Good morning, Liz."

if it was the most natural

felt a headache coming on. "Why didn't you

I was leaving last night?" Remington raised

lifting

up. The noodles won't taste

clenched her teeth,

approached her, his gaze at her frowning

Boftend

hair, which somehow made

even more

Lizetta turned abruptly and stormed off to

door, Lizetta turned the faucet

to change the

locks first thing later.