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

crappy? Spill the

was all about maintaining her figure and skin for dancing, so she normally wouldn’t touch this junk food

the cold beer,

her. That dirt–bag Remington got

had Yolanda’s emotions on a roller coaster, who

taste of Evelina’s stale leftovers? Hold on,

tasted the noodles as she nodded in confirmation.

Pretty damn sure.”

Evelina had said, and she was already sporting the Dashiell family heirloom bracelet. Remington gave a

for Lizetta to hope for?

hope that dog of a man gets what’s coming to him–plagues, a pile of kids,

genuinely feeling for Lizetta.

switched–at–birth drama had everyone pitying Evelina for her hard knocks, but no one thought about how Lizetta, being innocent and clueless, had her world

that Remington was Lizetta’s only lifeline, yet she went after him hammer

up to no good, aiming

cast over Lizetta’s heart. If he had to cheat, Yolanda wouldn’t have been so cut up about it if he’d

felt like grabbing a kitchen knife, but Lizetta just laughed and leaned

best. A wake–up call that stings might make me snap out of it

her nose tingled, Yolanda wrapped her arms around Lizetta’s shoulders, and Lizetta

up, the noodles

the noodles; as the scent of the seafood flavor wafted up, Lizetta suddenly

face fell, “Liz, don’t tell me you’re