Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 30

The helmet took a knock on the front of the bike, and the young guy was totally thrown for

loop by this curve–ball.

Lizetta let go, and the dude yanked off his helmet, revealing a head of grandma–gray curls and features so fine that they were almost criminal.

You’re really gonna screw me over without even giving me a chance to catch my breath, huh?”

Lizetta was already a few meters away, but the kid, not having it, shouted even louder.

“Hey, I bet we’ll meet again. If fate’s kind, hit me up on WhatsApp!”

Lizetta, not even turning around, gave a casual wave and said, “Thanks.”

Figuring she was on board, the kid had his brows lifted, and his eyes were full of mischief. After watching Lizetta disappear, he put his helmet back on, snapped down his visor, and zoomed off against the wind.

When Lizetta walked in, Yolanda was making instant noodles. Lizetta sniffed and asked, “Got any more?”

Yolanda grabbed another cup from the kitchen. By the time the noodles were ready, Lizetta had changed into her home clothes

The two sat cross–legged on the carpet around a tiny table in the small living room, which was barely ten square meters.

Yolanda also grabbed a couple of beers, popped one open with one hand like a boss, and handed it to Lizetta

Spill the

dancing, so she

Yolanda’s, took a big gulp of the cold beer, and felt some

That dirt–bag Remington got me canned from my

emotions on a roller coaster, who

Remington out of his mind? Passing up a feast for a taste of Evelina’s stale leftovers? Hold on, Liz, are you sure

the noodles as

Pretty damn sure.”

Remington gave a rat’s ass about Evelina and the kid

left for Lizetta to hope for?

and fast! I hope that dog of a man gets what’s coming to him–plagues, a pile of kids, and nobody to

livid, genuinely

Evelina for her hard knocks, but no one thought about how Lizetta, being innocent and clueless, had

sea, and Evelina knew damn well that Remington

was up to no good, aiming to

Lizetta’s heart. If he had

like grabbing a kitchen knife,

for the best. A wake–up call that stings might make

arms around Lizetta’s

up, the noodles are

head to pick at the noodles; as the scent of the seafood flavor

face fell, “Liz, don’t tell me you’re pregnant.”