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.

her thoughts, she answered the phone immediately without even having looked at the caller’s

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

contacting this number meant she was reaching out

and just as she was about to hang up, Evelina raised her voice.

there, but talent alone won’t cut it. On the flip side, there are a dime a dozen

threatening

dead in the water.

as a

feeling like she was to burst a blood vessel, grabbed the phone and

time I’ve heard someone make having a sugar daddy sound so fresh and innocent! Do you even know your own level? If our Maestro Adagio gives you his music, do you seriously think your amateur fiddling is gonna do it justice? Why drop The Dashiell Group’s name in a music deal; do you think the world revolves around you? With your crappy skills, you’re just looking for a shortcut. The way I see it, if

tirade and cut the

and was now dealing with the brazen mistress

couldn’t handle it

Lizetta just chuckled; he stood up from the toilet seat, and playfully ruffled Yolanda’s

“Let’s go.

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

linked arms with Yolanda and

a sigh of relief

now; you need to eat something nutritious. And we gotta find a step–daddy

leaving

room.