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!?”

for the next. Lizetta doesn’t

beside her patted her reassuringly.

he returned to the

letting Evelina sneak in. He had no idea what kind of punishment

phone rang. and he answered. After listening for a

it. I’ll report to the president right

study. The

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away, walked to the door, and knocked

stood by the floor–to–ceiling window, his tall silhouette against the dense night outside, as immovable as a mountain, silent and solitary, except for the intermittent glow of a

in the ashtray

problem with the project at Solstice Kingdom; it’s tricky. I request to go there immediately to redeem myself; please

next day dawned

or more accurately, she hadn’t slept at all. She blamed her insomnia on excitement, about to get divorced, about to free

the moon.

at her pale, haggard reflection in the mirror, Lizetta morosely ruffled her messy hair, “Lizetta, beauty comes too easily for you; that’s why you don’t cherish it.

put on a stunning makeup. She then picked out a gorgeous outfit and stepped

the living room and whistled when she turned

to be a

was in a black figure–hugging dress, with a black leather jacket and black boots to match. She looked ready to attend a funeral with

was

off the ex–husband, wishing him

her marriage, which was fine by her. Lizetta grabbed her bag at the door;

don’t want me to come with you?”