Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

It felt as if these weren't decisions she had pondered and made, but rather sudden, overpowering urges that bubbled up from nowhere. Why was this happening?

The more she tried to think, the more her mind seemed to stagnate. Lizetta couldn't help but raise her hand, forming a fist, wanting to knock some sense into her befuddled brain. "Don't move." Remington's timely intervention, grasping her wrist, snapped her back to reality.

Only then did Lizetta whirl back to the moment, but the sight of the man before her, his face etched with concern and tension, sent a jolt of agitation through her.

"Don't touch me!"

Her voice was sharp, laced with a kind of terror.

Taken aback, Remington's complexion shifted slightly as he instinctively let go of her hand.

Lizetta stepped back, only to be steadied by Hogan's outstretched hand. Her complexion was pale, a fine sheen of sweat on her forehead.

Remington watched her, his forehead throbbing with visible veins.

He felt humiliated. He had previously scoffed at Ray for suggesting that a therapist could be so influential.

But now, he was beginning to think he might have severely underestimated their capabilities.

Remington reached out and pulled

close, and Hogan, with a look of fury, exclaimed,

suddenly grabbed Hogan

Daphne do

had sent

late. After leaving the hospital, Daphne had gone straight to the airport with her new French husband, leaving the

what are you trying to do?! I don't understand what you're saying.

reaching for Remington's

away with such force that she staggered a few steps to the side, leaning against the wall. She wrapped her arms

his fists clenched, not daring to make another

rushed over to Lizetta, saying with concern, "Liz the postpartum depression

and lingering presence that you

Daphne's suggestion, to avoid the painful memories and help you relax

Hogan, her eyes slightly

that what

"I want to leave this

"Alright, let's go."

Lizetta