Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 33

Evelina looked all woebegone as she stepped forward.

Liz, are you still ticked off about what happened last time? I’m sorry, okay? It was my pregnancy messing with my appetite, and me being all weak and hypoglycemic that made me fall and Remi thought you pushed me. He’s just super protective of the baby. Liz, I’m seriously saying sorry here. Can you forgive me?”

She was skinny as a rail, with a plain face and features that weren’t anything to write home about individually, but together, they kinda worked–in a lost–little–lamb sorta way, especially with that pure, innocent look plastered on her face.

Right then, she was the picture of sincerity, which made it hard for anyone to give her a hard time. But Lizetta? She saw right through it, seeing nothing but bad news.

She couldn’t stand Evelina pulling that act, as she still remembered their first meeting clear as day.

Evelina had been led into the Hawthorne family’s living room by Elara, where she had gone straight for Lizetta with a hug, then quickly let go, all jittery, apologizing.

“Liz, I’m so sorry, did I get your dress dirty? I swear it wasn’t on purpose.”

Before Lizetta even got a grip on what was going on, Elara, all heartache and worry, scooped Evelina up and glared at her.

“Mommy, who’s this?”

Little Lizetta didn’t get why her mom was cuddling some other kid, and just asked, but Evelina freaked out like a startled deer.

“Does Liz not like me? I’m sorry, I’ll just go.”

Elara had whisked Evelina away, and turned sharply to Lizetta: “Don’t call me mom anymore, I’m not your mother!”

Years had passed, and Evelina hadn’t changed a bit.

quirked a lip, “Fine, take

was stunned, and Lizetta was

letting you down if I didn’t

would go

brimming, she turned with

followed her gaze, and her clear eyes landed on Remington.

10.12 M

a daffodil–yellow dress that day, with her hair casually clipped up, and

to Hogan, her dress swayed and brushed against his sult pants, and she looked every bit the docile wife.

days, not to mention hopping on some random

man.

dish that’s simple, but a real hassle to make.

icy demeanor seemed to drop a

it had nothing to do with Evelina! Since you slapped her, you’ve blew off some steam; don’t be

She didn’t know what she was expecting; why would she think Remington gotta be any different from

Pfft.

respond, Hogan stood up and spoke.

got it wrong. If someone without a leg to stand on still tries to argue their case, why should someone in

across the room, almost like a standoff

either. What matters between spouses isn’t about being right or wrong; it’s

gaze to Lizetta and beckoned her

his outstretched palm, Lizetta felt

other,