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?"

smile played on

response was a light,

me when I called out?"

jump off the balcony?" Lizetta's

him, her

massaging his temples. "Lizetta, why does every 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

the sleeve of

smear of red on the

Lipstick.

PLAY YOUR FAVOURITE

when he brushed past Stella earlier at the

panic, he quickly tried to explain. "Liz,

whoever you want,

gaze locked onto hers, seeing the emotionless facade

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

spread throughout his mouth, as if he had swallowed

Remington's voice was hoarse as he replied, "So far,

of joy. "If you do find something, will you tell

tone was the calmest it had

He nodded. "Yes."

won't hide anything from me?" Lizetta