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

there for a while before

didn't expect was the aroma of

had been living alone these days. Could

the kitchen, only to witness an unexpected

tall, imposing man stood there, dressed 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 few

hadn't left last

"Good morning, Liz."

around, greeting her as if

headache coming on. "Why didn't you

say I was leaving last night?" Remington

stove, lifting the cooked noodles

noodles won't taste good

teeth,

approached her, his gaze at her frowning face

Boftend

hair, which somehow made

look even more

her hair, but Lizetta turned abruptly

door, Lizetta turned

to

locks first thing later.