Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 31

Just then, another faint pink line began to slowly emerge on the pregnancy test.

It wasn’t clear, but it seemed to be a faint positive.

She was pregnant.

Lizetta’s legs gave way; she plopped down on the toilet seat cover, staring into space at that soft pink line.

Yolanda snatched the pregnancy test, and her hands were shaking with fury, “Damn it, where the hell was Remington hiding when they were handing out human decency? Knocking up two women at the same time? That bastard can really pull some shit!”

She squatted down and wrapped her arms around Lizetta, “Liz, what’s your game plan? You gonna keep the baby?”

Lizetta didn’t have a clue.

She had promised Remington that they wouldn’t have kids after they got married, but deep down she was dying for one.

She was desperate for a baby to validate her relationship with Remington.

She had even thought that maybe, just maybe, if she had his child, Remington would finally accept her as his wife and start to fall for her.

Now she knew how foolish and demeaning that thought was, and she was determined to let it go.

But just her luck, the baby decided to come now.

Lizetta was a mess, her phone rang; wanting a break from her thoughts, she answered the phone immediately without

setting up a music deal. I believe. William from The Dashiell Group made it clear, money ain’t an issue. If you’re not

Evelina contacting this number meant she was reaching out to her

she was about

me, your music will get the promotion it truly deserves. There are plenty of talented folks out there, but talent alone won’t cut it. On the flip side, there are a dime a dozen cases of people getting sidelined or blacklisted

was basically threatening

would be dead in the water.

as a

was to burst a blood vessel, grabbed the

Why drop The Dashiell Group’s name in a music

tirade and cut the

just found out about her pregnancy and was now dealing with the brazen mistress who had knocked at her door, especially since that jerk. was backing the mistress to steal

Lizetta couldn’t handle

from the toilet seat, and playfully ruffled Yolanda’s

“Let’s go.

in the mood for instant noodles anymore. Let’s hit up a restaurant; I gotta treat your

linked arms with Yolanda and headed out the

Yolanda breathed a

eat something nutritious. And we gotta find a step–daddy

of them stormed out the door, leaving a trembling Evelina back in

room.