Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Stepping out of his study, Remington made his way to the bedroom just as Yolanda was coming out from the room.

He had been hoping against hope that Yolanda would manage to wake Lizetta from her deep slumber. He looked at her, questioning with his gaze. Yolanda's eyes were swollen from crying, and upon seeing Remington, her look could freeze hell over, lacking even the energy to curse him.

She shot Remington a glare that could cut glass and walked past him without another word.

Cassius, following behind, shook his head at Remington, advising, "Remi, she did everything she could, cried her voice hoarse, and Liz didn't budge. I think it's on you now, buddy. Give it another shot." Yolanda, a few steps away, stopped and turned back at Cassius's words, her gaze fixed on Remington.

"Give me a break, don't put him on a pedestal. Liz is like this because of him! Anyone could wake Liz up, but he's the last person who could! If Liz heard his voice, she'd probably want to reincarnate on the spot! Tsk, tsk, tsk!"

Realizing her words were inauspicious, Yolanda looked regretful.

She was truly muddled by Remington's actions, hitting her mouth lightly in frustration before turning to hurry downstairs.

She decided to wait for Mrs. Bernice Madden, the last beacon of hope.

Cassius, pointing at Yolanda's retreating figure, said, "She's out of her wits, Remi. Don't take it to heart."

Without a word, Remington entered the room, closing the door behind him.

Approaching the bed, the dim light cast a soft glow on Lizetta's face, lying motionless, seemingly frailer than before.

gained weight after childbirth, she had become visibly thinner in just a

hand but hesitated, recalling the therapist's advice. He

you can, please wake up. Because I truly realize my mistake

you wake up, I won't hold you back. You once said exes should be like the dead to each other, and I failed to be a good husband. At least give me a chance to be a

was challenging for Remington to articulate

against hope to see her

still, her eyelashes casting shadows on

then, voices and

Remington took one last

door, he saw

supporting Mrs. Bernice Maddenet

with Jerome trailing behind,

With

Fiona as they approached.

I appreciate your

nodding respectfully to Mrs. Bernice

didn't spare him a glance, only letting out a heavy "hmm" as she

the room together, and