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

out about setting up a music deal. I believe. William from The Dashiell Group made

Evelina contacting this number

frowned, and just as she was about to hang up, Evelina raised

and the entire Starlight Group backing 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 because they were too cocky to seize their

threatening to

would be dead in the

remained cool as a cucumber.

to burst a blood

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 you ain’t got the talent, all the effort in the world’s just gonna make it hurt more. Better tuck yourself in and call it a night, and stop harassing

unleashed her tirade and

was now dealing with the brazen mistress who had knocked at

feared Lizetta couldn’t

up from the toilet seat, and playfully ruffled Yolanda’s hair.

“Let’s go.

noodles anymore. Let’s hit up a restaurant;

arms with Yolanda and headed out the door.

a sigh of relief and

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

two of them stormed out the door, leaving

room.