Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Remington's burn was indeed quite severe.

Lizetta's struggles suddenly ceased when she felt the scorching heat from his palm. That warmth seemed to travel through her skin, circulate in her blood, and gather in her heart, stirring emotions deep within her soul. It was a whirlwind of emotions, tearing her apart.

Lizetta frowned, her voice cold again, "I said let go! Didn't you say you'd be a good ex-husband and leave me alone? So stop showing up like a bad penny and scaring me!"

Remington paused, a slight smirk replacing his initial surprise, his eyes sparkling with an unusual gleam. "Liz, you heard everything I said? You woke up because of my words, right? It was me who brought you back, wasn't it?"

His eyes were filled with hope, as if this was something to be celebrated.

good made me really happy. But I guess

neither impatience nor anger. He even offered a slight smile. Since she had woken up, he hadn't seen her. In his memory, she lay pale and lifeless on the bed, as if she'd never wake again. Seeing her so alive and sharp-tongued was a balm to him, even if it meant taking a few verbal

too thin, not a bit of flesh on your face." Remington's voice was hoarse as he unconsciously caressed her slender wrist, his fingertips gently running over her bony

jerked away fiercely. "Ouch!" Remington cried out,

face turning pale, lips tightly pressed together forehead beaded

burn, bursting

blisters.

she walked away, her thoughts turned to why she had come to thank the brave soul who had intervened on

was a grown man, and in a hospital; wouldn't he seek medical attention for his own injuries? Lizetta