Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 37

It was Evelina’s mom, Elara.

Lizetta steadied her breath, slowly stood up, and called out.

“Mrs. Hawthorne.”

Elara gave her a nod, walked over, picked up a towel from the front row of seats, and handed it to Lizetta.

“Thanks.”

Lizetta took it, wiping the sweat and tears from her face, turning slightly to avoid showing Elara her disheveled state.

“Liz, I wanna have a chat with you.”

Elara spoke up, and Lizetta turned around, having a hunch why she was there. Lizetta nodded and replied, “I’ll just change some clothes and be right back.”

Elara nodded, “Go ahead.”

Lizetta took a quick shower, got changed, and came back to the venue. Elara was still in front of the stage. Lizetta walked over.

Elara didn’t turn around, staring at the stage and said, “You remember, right? You snagged your first dance competition gold medal on this stage when you were just five. You were so tiny but already rock–solid, blew everyone away. I was so proud.”

Back then, Lizetta was the little princess of the Hawthorne family, everyone said she was a chip off the old block but surpassed her parents; Elara had her successor, and Elara herself was excited to tears.

coddled and attentively groomed by Elara and Kevin. Had she been their own flesh and blood, she’d

She asked outright, “Mrs. Hawthorne, you came to

style and soul, and Remington doesn’t love you./I hope you

“Here’s 500 gránd, enough to set you up

at the check handed to her, feeling neither

was to clear the path

she shouldn’t take it to heart from those who ditched her, maybe the love she got too little, she still remembered the affection

from nightmares calling out for

was selfish and Indifferent, let Hans abuse her and took her frustrations out on Lizetta with needles. Lizetta never saw Jolin as

her up; she was a child

for being abandoned back then, but now, to step on her for her own daughter, to expect gratitude was

marriage. Rather than worrying about my future, maybe you should focus more on teaching your own

face turned cold, her expression flitting

getting pregnant means a guy wanted her to. Four years ago, the Hawthorne family and the Dashiell family discussed marriage, and Remington had agreed. If

knowing that four years ago everyone assumed Evelina and Remington were an item. But she didn’t know Remington had agreed to tie

from childhood; you stole her marriage four years ago. Now that Eve’s pregnant, it’s time for you to step

heart

into Lizetta’s hand.

back, her spine straight as it’s

Remington

of care from me and my husband. I’m begging you to do

plotting for her daughter, but carelessly stabbing at