Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 42

Evelina clambered off the couch, green with envy, and took a few swings at it with her clanched fists.

Lizetta had rolled up in Yolanda’s second–hand Chevy, and when Remington dashed out of the villa, all he caught was the tall lights cutting a swath through the yard as the car sped off.

He was sweating buckets from the fever, and a shiver ran through him as the cold wind hit.

“Boss! What the heck’s going on? Let me help you inside.”

Cedric came running over; his car was parked in the shadows outside the villa. Seeing Lizetta arrive, he was put at ease.

He set an alarm to remind him in an hour – if Lizetta was still there by then, he could call it a night with mission accomplished.

But who would’ve thought, just by snoozing a bit, it seemed like he missed the main event? Seeing the boss, in pajamas, one slipper missing and a thunderous look on his face, Cedric was shook.

He’d been with Remington for eight years and had never seen him in such a sorry state. Cedric used to think that if the sky fell, Mr. Dashiell would hold it up with his mouth, never losing his cool.

Remington’s eyes were icy as he glared at Cedric, “How did Evelina get here?”

he was sliced by Remington’s glare. A cold sweat broke out on his forehead, “I’ve been negligent.”

Cedric’s helping hand and turned to go inside, slipping on his missing shoe with a poker face a few steps away, his silhouette stern as he entered the villa

ambulance; get her

the couch. Upon seeing Remington enter without Lizetta behind him,

explain everything to her? Do I need to

icy stare, and she felt a knot in her stomach. Remington’s handsome face

off sharply; this mess

“Who let you in, and how

wanted to check on you. The door was open when I got here. I’m sorry, Remington. I had

for her phone, but in doing so, she revealed more of the scratch marks on her arms

trembling

carrying, so he softened his voice and said firmly, “Don’t bother! And the injury on my

gaze and ordered, “Cedric, help Ms. Hawthorne downstairs to wait for the

and headed to

not letting Remington get a word in, she said with a sneer, “Remington, when the hell are you going to sign the divorce papers? I can’t wait another day! This clingy, dragging–it–out act isn’t like you. If it weren’t

it weren’t for the sound like knuckles cracking, Lizetta would’ve thought the line had cut off..