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

there for a while before getting up and

aroma of food that immediately assaulted

alone these days. Could

to the kitchen, only to witness an unexpected

and black suit pants, sleeves rolled

floral one with

hadn't

"Good morning, Liz."

greeting her as if it was the most

a headache coming on.

was leaving

back to the stove, lifting the

noodles won't

clenched her teeth, standing still, utterly

his gaze at

Boftend

hair, which somehow made

look even more

her hair, but Lizetta

Lizetta turned the faucet

determined to

locks first thing later.