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.

were just a fluke; they seemed to be two years.

she’d stolen.

Do I even have a home?”

been spoiling you rotten

in the man’s voice, Lizetta felt bone–tired.

my place in all this? Let’s get a divorce, so you can go back to her, make a happy family of three, and get things back on track; just stop wasting your precious time on me,

two families had been talking marriage, and Evelina had chased after Remington like there was no

scandal of Lizetta climbing into her brother’s bed, and everything screeched to a

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back for four years, and Remington blamed Lizetta every single day.

him back to Evelina and her kid, but why the

you knew you were holding me

swayed, “I regret it; I’ve

regret ain’t worth a dime! Get back here on the double, and I want

The call ended.

phone; her knuckles turned white as if

going

Remington had cut her off one

was left in the lurch as the evening darkened, and her injured foot began to bleed again. She sat on the

and

familiar Bentley slowly pulled up; Cedric got out and opened the back

legs crossed; his posture was relaxed, looking distinguished and as

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