Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 28

“Evelina’s bun in the oven is super important, and it can’t be messed up. I’ll admit I jumped the gun today and gave you a hard time without getting the facts straight, but…”

Lizetta froze, and then everything before her eyes blurred.

He said Evelina’s kid was important.

What a joke, turns out it’s not that he didn’t want kids; it’s just that he just didn’t want to have them with her, his wife.

Before he dropped that bomb, she’d been in denial; she couldn’t believe that Remington would cheat on her, and that he could be so cruel.

But now, the ugly truth was staring her in the face.

Lizetta’s breathing was painfully tight; she nearly screamed as she cut him off.

“Remington, why do you have to be such a jerk!”

On the other end of the phone, the man’s breath hitched, and then his voice went cold.

“Lizetta, enough’s enough, quit your games and come home. I’ve told you a gazillion times that teaching dance ain’t your thing!”

When Evelina popped up at the age of six and took everything from Lizetta, it was just a cruel twist of fate; Lizetta couldn’t blame anyone.

Now, Evelina was about to take everything all over again, and Lizetta sadly realized that she was still as powerless and small as she was when she was a kid.

Because the Dashiell family was never really her home.

two years with Remington, they were just a fluke;

she’d stolen.

“Go home? Do I even have a home?”

I’ve been spoiling you rotten and letting you get all

the man’s

to her, make a happy family of three,

the two families had been talking marriage, and Evelina had

the scandal of Lizetta climbing into her brother’s bed, and everything

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come back for four years, and

was ready to step aside, giving him back to Evelina and her kid, but why the heck wouldn’t

phone, “Mrs. Dashiell, aren’t you the generous saint! If you knew you were holding me back, you shouldn’t have done what

regret it; I’ve told you I

something only if I forgive you, and if I don’t, your regret ain’t worth a dime! Get back

The call ended.

her phone; her knuckles turned white as if they were about to snap.

wasn’t going back.

had cut her off one

dance companies, and not having any luck with opera or ballet troupes, Lizetta was left in the lurch as the evening darkened, and her injured foot began to bleed again. She sat on the curb,

light dimmed, and Lizetta

the tree, a familiar Bentley slowly pulled up; Cedric got out and opened the

a three–piece tailored suit sat with his legs crossed; his

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