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

she’d stolen.

home? Do I even have a home?”

been spoiling you rotten and

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

get a divorce, so you can go back to her, make a

the two families had been talking marriage, and Evelina had chased

had them pegged as an item, but then came the scandal of Lizetta

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went abroad and hadn’t come back for four years, and Remington blamed Lizetta

to step aside, giving him back to Evelina and her kid, but why the heck wouldn’t Remington just let

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

regret it; I’ve told

worth something only if I forgive you, and if I don’t, your regret ain’t worth a dime! Get back here on the double, and I want to see you at Oakridge Heights

The call ended.

phone; her knuckles turned white

wasn’t going back.

her off one path, there were others to

not having any luck with opera or ballet troupes, Lizetta was left in the lurch as the

and Lizetta

pulled up; Cedric got out and opened the

with his legs crossed; his posture was relaxed, looking

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