Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

This was more awkward than a one-night stand with a stranger.

She was flustered and at a loss when there was a knock on the door, causing Lizetta to freeze.

Remington's voice came from the other side. "Are you looking for your lingerie? It fell into the closet."

Glancing around, Lizetta realized she had hurried too quickly, wrapping herself in a towel but indeed leaving her underwear behind.

She bit her lip, her voice tight. "Just hang it on the doorknob outside, please."

"Alright, take your time. I'll use another room to shower."

His footsteps faded quickly, but Lizetta didn't dare open the bathroom door until the sounds were completely gone. She then swiftly grabbed the thin pieces of clothing and got dressed.

Exiting the bathroom, Remington was nowhere in sight in the bedroom. Lizetta headed towards the bedside table. The hairdryer wasn't in the bathroom, and with her thick, long hair, it always took ages to dry.

She preferred sitting in front of the vanity mirror to blow-dry her hair, so the hairdryer was always kept in the drawer beneath the nightstand.

As she approached, she paused, not to grab the hairdryer but captivated by a large oil painting hanging above the bed.

filled with

around the neck of a man in a black tuxedo. The woman's eyelashes quivered, a look of blissful shyness on her face, as if she was

down with a tender gaze, slowly

veil fluttered in the breeze, hiding a little boy in a matching black tuxedo, his

figures: the woman was

Remington, and the

their

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the groom's suit were exact replicas of what they wore on

of the wedding ring on the woman's

had her eyes but

painting, they were the picture of a

was infused with the artist's emotions, so full of happiness and

the renowned artist Rhine as a child. A piece he

Lizetta had once pestered her brother to paint

Remington rarely painted people,