Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

He hurried upstairs, his steps quick with concern, and pushed open the bedroom door.

But the bed was empty, no sign of Lizetta. His expression shifted to one of worry and confusion. "Liz?"

He strode into the room, pushing the bathroom door open with urgency, but it was empty too.

"Liz! Lizetta!"

Just as Remington was about to call out for help, his gaze swept toward the balcony and he froze in his tracks.

There, standing on the balcony with a delicate silhouette, was Lizetta. She must have heard his frantic calls, but she didn't turn around or respond.

With a tight jaw, Remington quickly stepped outside.

"You're supposed to be in postpartum recovery, you shouldn't be out here in the cold."

His voice was deep and concerned as he rushed over and scooped Lizetta into his arms.

She felt lighter than ever, as fragile as a willow fluff in his embrace.

Lizetta let herself be carried back to bed and tucked in without a word.

"Don't run off like that again!" Remington frowned, his worry evident.

Only then did Lizetta look at him. "What's next? You're going to lock me in?"

played on Remington's

was a light,

I called out?" he asked, unable

afraid I'd run away? Or that I'd jump

him, her gaze playful

word from you have to be so sharp?" "You could let me go and find someone sweet on the outside but sharp on the inside, like

then drifted to the sleeve of his

Remington saw a smear of red on

Lipstick.

PLAY YOUR FAVOURITE GAMES

have been from when he brushed past Stella earlier at the

tried to explain. "Liz, I didn't meet with Stella, this is

whoever you want, Remington. I

gaze locked onto hers, seeing

used to be so jealous of Stella but now, it seemed she genuinely wished he'd find someone else

throughout his mouth, as if he had

he replied,

"If you do find something,

tone was the calmest it

He nodded. "Yes."

hide anything from me?"