Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Lizetta suddenly snapped back to reality, only then noticing the cool sensation on her cheeks. She raised her hand, clumsily trying to wipe away the tear stains from the corners of her eyes. But Remington's warm fingers were already gently brushing her face, slowly tracing away the moisture.

Lizetta's emotions were tumultuous as she brushed Remington's hand aside, yet her gaze remained fixed on the painting.

"When did you paint this?" she asked.

Remington rubbed his thumb over the dampness on the canvas, a look of tenderness and pity surfacing in his eyes.

"After you left, Grandma's health has been deteriorating, so I've been spending more time at the family estate. I painted this during my idle moments."

Lizetta knew he wasn't telling the whole truth. Such a large painting couldn't have been completed overnight. Remington was always busy; he must have squeezed out time from his rest to paint it.

you paint this piece?" Lizetta's voice was soft, and Remington struggled to

his gaze, subconsciously tightening his

make up for past regrets with this painting? But a painting will always remain just a painting; it can't become reality. The happiness depicted can only remind us of how broken reality is." Lizetta's voice choked up, and she forced herself to look away from the painting. She lowered her head to pull on Remington's arms wrapped

fresh from a shower

sleeves were too wide, and as Lizetta tried to pull away, her tugging left red marks on his arms. Yet, Remington still refused to let go.

did Remington rest his head against her shoulder, his voice hoarse. "Liz we have a long life ahead of us. Five years, ten years, twenty... I believe that one day, this painting will become reality. We'll remarry, have another child. You can teach them to sing, play instruments, and dance, while I'll

business..."

her vision once again. Her voice trembled, yet

him this