Shattered Illusions Love Lies and Redemption (Lizetta and Remington) novel Chapter 571

How could she just stand there, indifferent?

This was the only man she had ever loved, the man who, over and over, confessed his love for her. Words she once dreamed of hearing, now sweeping over her like a hurricane, overwhelming and all-consuming.

"Liz, please don't cry. Did I say something wrong again? Did I upset you?"

Lizetta's tears fell faster, scalding drops landing on the man's hands and cheeks. Remington gently wiped them away, his handsome face a mix of tenderness and panic.

But Lizetta pushed him away forcefully. She staggered backward, nearly falling. Remington turned pale with fright, jumping up to catch her, only to be pushed away again. His tall, lean figure stood there, hand outstretched, watching her cry, wanting to embrace her but too afraid to do so, his expression one of deep regret.

Lizetta choked out between sobs, glaring at him, "Don't touch me, you jerk!"

"Alright, alright, I won't come closer. I'm the jerk, the absolute worst, unforgivable. Please, just stop crying."

Remington was at his wit's end, clueless about how to comfort her. The more he tried, the more she seemed to cry, the more hurt she appeared.

Inside the bathroom, Lizetta pressed against the door, her eyes wet but unable to stop the silent tears. Tears, perhaps, were the best way to release emotions, like lancing a boil, painful but somehow relieving the bitterness in her heart.

It was then she heard it. A gentle, familiar piano melody floated into the room. Lizetta paused, surprised. She opened the door and stepped out.

Remington was gone from the room, but on the floor by the bathroom door, flower petals spelled out three words: I'm sorry.

The opening door caused a breeze, scattering the petals, blurring the message. The piano music came from her phone on the bedside table, its screen still lit. It was Lizetta's phone, but she hadn't recorded that piano piece. She recognized it immediately; it was Remington playing, with his unique touch. And the piece he played was "Winter Snow," her own composition posted on Twitter, inspired by their first meeting when she was eight.