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 phone rang; wanting a break from her thoughts, she answered the phone

The Dashiell Group made it clear, money

phone was dual–SIM, and Evelina contacting this number meant

and just as she was about to hang up,

talented folks out there, but talent alone won’t cut it.

was basically threatening to

career would be dead in

cool as a cucumber.

a blood vessel, grabbed the phone and let loose.

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 you ain’t got the talent,

her tirade and cut the

had just found out about her pregnancy and was now dealing with the brazen mistress who had knocked at her door,

Lizetta couldn’t handle

he stood up from the toilet seat, and playfully

“Let’s go.

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

arms with Yolanda and headed out the

breathed a sigh of relief

to eat something nutritious. And we

out the door, leaving a trembling Evelina back in the hospital

room.