Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 17

Lizetta frantically waved her hands, “Grandma Fiona, you got it all wrong. I just caught a chill and got some stomach reflux these past couple of days. I just got tested the day before yesterday; definitely not pregnant. Remington knows.”

Fiona, clinging to hope, immediately whipped her head around to look at Remington, who nodded, “She’s not

pregnant.”

The old lady’s face darkened, and the hand patting Remington’s arm turned into a fierce pinch.

“A man can be all high–flying in his career, but if he can’t take care of his wife, can’t have kids, he’s good for nothing! Tell me, you’re hardly ever home, leaving your lovely wife to fend for herself. What’s the point of having you around?”

Only Fiona could talk to Remington that way; the man looked helpless.

“Lizetta and I are still young; we’re not rushing to have kids.”

“You’re almost thirty; how can you not be in a hurry? I’m back this time, and I won’t rest until I see you two make a baby!”

She laid down the law, “Tonight, you and Liz are moving back to the family house, and you better get busy making that baby!”

“Alright, alright, will do,” Remington agreed.

“What about you, Liz?”

Fiona was pushing for a baby in front of the kid, and Lizetta blushed with embarrassment, worried that the old lady would add more, so she quickly nodded.

“I’ll definitely go back to keep you company, Grandma Fiona.”

Lizetta also wanted to find an opportunity to talk to Fiona about her plans to divorce and study abroad.

Studio and saw a familiar luxury car parked

door, and slid into

looked up from his paperwork, “Am

car could cause unnecessary trouble. Besides, there were two instances before when she took his car to work, and

one knew she was Mrs. Dashiell. The one who should

divorced, and I don’t

document beside him, and tossed it to Lizetta.

your part–time job; come back to work

bustling

was domineering, and Lizetta, infuriated, picked up the

should she go back

for him.

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She was tired.

I have dreams too. I’m not as you say, that I couldn’t live without the Dashiell family. I’m doing

fine is being a lousy dance teacher? Even when you break your leg through dancing, can you afford a necklace?” Remington’s

was propped up, likely in pain. Silly woman, she was just asking for trouble!

feel choked up. She thought back to the phone call she got earlier in the afternoon.

her new song to be used

Remington was backing her dreams to

without jewelry. Can’t I leave with

she was still set on divorcing.