Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 43

The call ended, and Lizetta slammed on the brakes, gasping for air as she leaned over the steering wheel

It was the outcome she had desperately wanted, but at this moment, she felt anything but relieved or happy.

She suddenly threw her head back, forcing the tears back into her eyes, and only when she looked down did she notice the small camera still hanging around her neck.

It was the gift from Remington. She hadn’t bothered to grab anything else when she left the house, but the camera had ended up dangling from her neck.

She had been excited to wake him up and ask how he managed to get in touch with Cash, but who would know.

Lizetta yanked off the camera, flung open the car door with all her might, and tossed the camera into a nearby trash can.

She got back in the car, and drove off. But she hadn’t gone far before she abruptly stopped, reversed, and, ultimately, couldn’t resist picking the camera back up.

Why should the idol take the fall for a jerk? It was not the idol who was at fault, the jerk didn’t

deserve it!

Oakridge Heights.

The ambulance arrived quickly. Evelina was loaded on, and it sped away with its siren wailing.

In the mountains, a Bentley was parked in a secluded spot, watching the ambulance disappear into the distance. Elara in the back seat looked anything but pleased,

“How could this happen!?”

I’ll plan for the next. Lizetta doesn’t

person beside her patted her reassuringly.

had gotten Evelina out of there, he returned to the villa,

keep the door and letting Evelina sneak in. He had

one hour of sleep. His phone rang. and he answered. After

it. I’ll report to the president right away.”

study. The door wide open,

Chapter 43

sofa and carpet out. Cedric stepped away, walked to the door, and knocked before

the floor–to–ceiling window, his tall silhouette against the dense night outside, as immovable as a mountain,

stubbed out in the ashtray beside him.

“Boss, there’s been a problem with the project at Solstice Kingdom; it’s tricky. I request

dawned clear and

up early, or more accurately, she hadn’t slept at all. She blamed her insomnia on excitement, about to get divorced, about to free herself and become single again. She

the moon.

mirror, Lizetta morosely ruffled her messy hair, “Lizetta, beauty comes too easily for you; that’s why you don’t cherish it. That

hair, and put on a stunning makeup. She then picked out a

boxing in the living room and whistled when she

be a heartless

dress, with a black leather jacket and black boots to match. She looked ready to attend a funeral with a bouquet of

she was the epitome

off the ex–husband, wishing him to

for her marriage, which was fine by her. Lizetta grabbed her bag at the door; she had prepared all her documents the

want me