After hanging up the phone, the man turned around, his gaze methodically sweeping through the bedroom.
Hanna had said that Lizetta's things were all still there, and indeed they were.
A cashmere shawl she often wore was strewn across the sofa, and her vanity table was still cluttered with her frequently used belongings.
Remington walked over, opening the jewelry box on the vanity. Inside, neatly arrayed, were the gardenia earrings, their wedding bands, and the pink diamond necklace he had recently given her. She hadn't taken any of it with her.
Yolanda mentioned that these items weren't what Lizetta wanted, but having them laid out in front of him felt like a silent slap across Remington's face.
He picked up the earrings, accidentally staining them with blood from his hand.
A pang of panic crossed Remington's eyes as he stroked the earrings.
He wanted to wipe the blood away. But it only seemed to spread more, impossible to be cleaned.
Just like their relationship, now riddled with cracks.
For the first time in his life, he was utterly uncertain about something, doubting whether their fractured relationship could ever be mended.
"Liz, have you already concluded that our relationship is beyond repair? Have you, in your heart, already sentenced me it to death? Is that why you've abandoned everything here so easily, including me?" Remington murmured to himself self-mockingly, but no one replied.
The silence felt like the most fitting response.
Clutching the earrings, he felt as though his spine had snapped, and he bended slowly under the weight of his sorrow.
In the days that followed, Remington kept himself busy with work.
He stopped sending people to look for her, and those who had been sent to Summer City before were all recalled. Instead, more people were sent out to find a match for Joseph.
Martin wanted Stella to follow Remington and learn to practice managing the company's affairs.
Remington agreed, and Stella began to follow him around.
Rumors of an impending alliance between the Dashiell and the West families began to circulate in Zion City, all signs pointing to Remington moving on from Liz, proceeding with his life. Two months passed in a blink.
One evening, Stella returned home late to find Barbara lounging on the sofa, listening to music.
"Is Stella back? Why so late today?"
"Mom, there was a business dinner tonight, and Remington asked me to accompany him. He introduced me to a lot of people, and he even drove me home himself," Stella excitedly shared, sitting down beside Barbara and chatting non-stop about the evening's events.
Barbara listened with a smile, her expression softening as she held Stella's hand.
"It seems like things between you and Remington are progressing well. You two have a childhood foundation, and he has spent so much effort trying to find you over the years.
That Lizetta was just a substitute that slipped in during your absence. Well, men do develop some feelings after being with someone for a while. But now that she's gone, I knew things between you and Remington would go smoothly! In Zion City, there's no better match than the Dashiells, and no man more worthy of trust than Remington. You must seize this opportunity; your happiness is all I need to be able to leave this world in peace."
Stella smiled, leaning into Barbara's embrace.
"Mom, but Lizetta is still carrying Remington's child. That child will be a huge bond between them. It's so frustrating that they lost track of a pregnant woman! And we still haven't found her"
Barbara gently patted Stella's shoulder, smoothing down her hair.
"Evercrestia isn't that big. I've been cautious not to make scenes about the search; it might alert Remington."
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