Lizetta was blissfully unaware that the man lying in the hospital bed had turned as cold as ice.


    Remington’s gaze shifted from the joyous figure of the woman to the closed eyelids of his own


    contemtion


    Memories began to flood his mind


    Ever since Lizetta arrived at the Dashiell household, she had been sensible and well behaved, but her


    interactions with Lucian were


    different


    From a young age, she refused to call him in a formal way.


    As kids, they’d asionally tussle and bicker, acting like the best of frenemies.


    In Lucian’s presence, Lizetta was her true, lively self, a stark contrast to the overly polite girl she was


    around Remington


    Her first time getting drunk was with Lucian, and she even called out his name in her sleep afterward.


    Her first all–nighter was spent at the beach with Lucian, watching the stars.


    For Lizetta’s college graduation, Remington, despite being severely injured abroad, rushed back to


    celebrate with her.


    In the campus grounds. Lucian lifted her in her graduation gown, refusing to let her down, bncing


    her on his shoulder.


    She yfully tugged at Lucian’s hair, half–annoyed, half–amused.


    1 like you, okay? Happy now, Lucian? You’re such a pest!”


    Lucian responded by spinning her around, herughter mingling with his under the sun–drenched


    trees.


    And then


    The diary hidden in Remington’s office drawer, filled with youthful musings amusingly, he wasn’t its


    main subject.


    Yet, he masochistically memorized every page.


    Remington clenched his fists. If it weren’t for that night four years ago, perhaps they would’ve been


    together by now.


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    Remi, are you asleep?” Lizetta’s voice suddenly broke the silence, jolting Remi awake.


    For a moment, Lizetta thought she saw a sh of deep emotion in his eyes, but it vanished as quickly


    as it appeared.


    “What’s up?”


    rta


    Lizetta had been thinking about Lucian’s ns to start a racing tmck, which naturally led her to think


    about her own ns to study


    abroad.


    She realized she hadn’t discussed this with Remington yet and was eager to bring it up.


    “It’s about my study abroad ns. I don’t want to give up on them. With Donies busy touring the world


    and unable to teach, and being born soon, it’s the perfect timing for me to start sses next year.”


    Remi frowned slightly. “Joy is going to need her mother. Maybe we should reconsider your study


    abroad ns in a few years.”


    If she went abroad, they’d be forced to spend even less time together.


    Thest time they were apart, he missed crucial moments of her youth, allowing Lucian to take up


    space in her heart.


    setbacks. Now, with their marriage finally on the mend and a baby on the way, Remington didn’t want


    to risk any


    with


    Jay


    He knew she loved to dance, and there were plenty of opportunities right here in her homnd, with


    top dancepanies willing to take her in she had to do was say the word, and he’d make it happen.


    In three or four years, once their rtionship was more stable and their child a bit older, if she still


    wanted to study abroad, he wouldn’t object


    She was only twenty–two, with a long dance career ahead of her. Remington felt there was no need to


    rush.


    Especially so soon after giving birth, her body needed time to recover, and diving back into intense


    dance rehearsals for eight or nine hours a day was out of the question.


    But Lizetta was stunned. How could she possibly wait a few more years?


    How many more years would that be?


    She had already dyed her dreams for too long; she couldn’t give up on this opportunity.


    Remington could suppon Lucian’s dreams wholeheartedly, but why dismiss hers without a second


    thought?


    Was the destined to only be Mrs. Dashiell in his eyes, or was their child the only thing that truly


    mattered to him?


    Did her career aspirations, her pursuits, and h happiness not matter because she was expected to


    devote herself entirely to their child?


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    She refused to be seen as the pitiful Mrs. Dashiell any longer


    She needed her own stage, her own path.


    “Remi”


    Lizetta attempted to argue her point, but the man in the bed turned away, his back radiating an


    indescribable chill


    Lizetta’s heart, once fluttering with excitement, slowly sank