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.

with a poker face a few steps away, his

her out of

on the couch. Upon seeing Remington enter without Lizetta behind

explain everything to her? Do I need to help

unfinished words faded under his icy stare, and she felt a knot in her stomach. Remington’s

cut Evelina off sharply; this mess was only getting

you in, and how did you get here?”

of me. I was worried and wanted to check on you. The door was open when I got here. I’m sorry, Remington.

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

twisted in pain, her hands trembling as

voice and said firmly, “Don’t bother! And

face turned even paler, wounded as she looked at Remington, who detachedly averted his gaze and ordered, “Cedric, help Ms.

his phone and headed to the study. When he called Lizetta, she had already driven two streets

divorce papers? I can’t wait another day! This clingy, dragging–it–out act isn’t like you. If it

weren’t for the sound like knuckles cracking, Lizetta would’ve thought