Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

He didn't know when he would see her again after this separation. Maybe she'd fall for another man, maybe he'd soon hear about her getting remarried, or maybe their paths would never cross again. So, he didn't want to make her cry anymore. He didn't want tears to be his parting gift.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Remington changed the subject, "Liz, I don't know what Daphne did to make you despise me even more, but I still have to ask, do you still hate me?"

Lizetta blinked, hiding the warmth in her eyes, and countered his question with one of her own. "Do you want me to hate you?"

She remembered him saying he'd rather be hated than faced with her indifferent coldness.

Remington's fists clenched at his sides, trembling slightly. His voice was hoarse as he spoke. "Better not to hate. Hate is more exhausting and torturous than love. It's too painful, and for me, it's not worth it, right? Once you're back in Tranquil Meadows, just be Ms. Madden again. Forget all the unhappy times and people in Zion City, and find your carefree spirit again. Rise from the ashes, soar high."

After speaking, Remington instinctively lifted his hand. He wanted to touch her head like he used to when they were kids, or maybe pinch her cheek.

However, seeing her pale, delicate face thinned by distress, and remembering her almost fierce rejection of him, he hesitated and then withdrew his hand, stepping aside to let her pass.

Yet, Lizetta looked at him and asked, "Do you truly wish for me to forget?"

For some reason, a voice inside her always warned her that Remington was the source of her deepest wounds, the indirect cause of her baby's death, the most despicable and untrustworthy liar. No matter how he acted or what he said, she shouldn't be swayed.

But for some reason, seeing his attempt at a relaxed demeanor and hearing his words, her heart felt like it was being wrung tight, every shred in agony.

"Yeah, if you can, just forget it all," Remington nodded, his voice light, but his throat tasted bittersweet.

Of course, he didn't want her to

forget him, to move on completely and erase him from her heart. The thought made him feel suffocated and hopeless. But if forgetting him meant she could heal and find happiness again... If forgetting was the way for her to overcome the grief of losing their child, then so be it.

He would remember everything for both of them.

Lizetta

Se him a long look, and

his face didn't seem so et

repulsive to her anymore.

to her anymore. She didn't

suffocated at the sight of him.

After a moment, she looked away and nodded. "Okay, goodbye."

Lizetta walked towards Nelson, who immediately greeted her with a warm, benevolent smile.

"You said you had a couple of things to say, and yet here we've been, talking for ages. Liz, remember, actions speak louder than words.

handsome, gentle, and

Tranquil Meadows is full one

understanding men who know how to respect and cherish you. Your grandparents have already got a few in mind for you, let's go..."

Nelson's voice, full of vitality, echoed down the hospital corridor.

Remington knew the old man meant for him to hear it. He stood still, watching her walk away, and silently said in his heart.

Liz, goodbye.

At least this time, he had managed to safely bring her back to her family.