Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 10

Lizetta bolted out, shoving the door open, but froze in her tracks as she looked up.

Standing there was Evelina! She asked with concern, “Sis, why the waterworks? Did Remi chew you out? I’ll have a word with him for you.”

Though they’d never been sisters for a day, Evelina always put on this insincere act, calling Lizetta “Sis“.

The embarrassment of being caught in her mess by her arch nemesis just cranked up Lizetta’s discomfort a

notch.

The man’s steady footsteps approached, his composure and dignity stark against Lizetta’s disarray; he seemed utterly unfazed.

“I told you I’ll go to the hospital to see you? How come you’re here already?” His tone with Evelina was a complete 180 from the cold–hearted vibe just moments before.

Evelina cracked a smile, “I got discharged already. Just came to save you the trip.”

Lizetta didn’t want to stick around for their lovey–dovey show and was about to split when Remington grabbed her wrist, “Whip up some watermelon juice.”

Evelina loved watermelon juice; Lizetta hated it with a passion.

As kids, Hans and Jolin got into a fistfight, blood splattering on the sliced watermelon, making it hard to tell what was redder.

Remington knew that full well! And he still had the nerve to make his wife wait on his mistress. Lizetta felt like her heart was being carved out, thinking he had rocks for brains.

suddenly lose your hands or something,

yanked her wrist away and stormed off, Evelina’s anxious

can’t handle the stress. Go talk with her.”

“Leave her be!”

building, Lizetta hugged herself and

as she kept telling herself over and over, “It’s okay, Lizetta. Show them what you’re made

Wiping away her tears, she answered, “Uh–huh, okay,

used a dime

bills looming, Lizetta needed to save up more than ever. No need to stick around at the Starlight Group; her

she sprinted for the bus

Top floor office.

looking down on his subjects with cold indifference. Yet, his back seemed to carry a hint

coming back?” Evelina, lounging on the sofa sipping her juice, suddenly popped the question.

eyes sharpened as he turned around, “No, it’s just the usual spats between husband and wife. We’ll be good later. Totally normal.”

good later.

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grip on the cup tightened as she remembered how she had complained about stomach pains in the hospital room yesterday, hoping to keep Remington by her side. But he had just told her

a forced smile, “That’s a relief. I thought maybe she