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.

woke up the next morning, her head felt

before getting up and opening her

she didn't expect was the aroma of food that immediately assaulted her

alone these

kitchen, only to witness an unexpected

black suit pants, sleeves rolled up to reveal

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

hadn't left last

"Good morning, Liz."

if it was the most natural thing

headache coming on. "Why didn't

I was leaving

the stove, lifting the cooked

noodles won't taste good if

her teeth, standing

gaze at her frowning

Boftend

hair, which somehow made

look even

hair, but Lizetta turned

door, Lizetta turned

to

locks first thing later.