Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 47

Lizetta had her palm pressed against her belly under the table, eyeing that photo. So that was the kind of smile she had on her face just a moment ago.

Warm and yearning. Yeah, as the days rolled by, she found herself becoming more and more attached.

Aside from Thaddeus, this kid was her only flesh and blood left in the world. And hey, this was her and Remington’s child.

“We gotta figure out a way to get a prenatal checkup at the hospital.”

Yolanda was really stepping up like a worried dad, but Lizetta frowned and shook her head. She didn’t dare go. If she did, she feared that with the Dashiell family’s clout in Zion City, it wouldn’t stay hidden from Remington.

She still wanted to divorce Remington and skip the country ASAP, without any more complications.

Once abroad, it would be easy–peasy when the baby was born. Even if the Dashiell family caught wind of it, by then Remington would probably have tied the knot with Evelina and had their own kiddo, and wouldn’t give two hoots about her baby.

Her phone vibrated on the table. Lizetta glanced at it – Shirley was calling. Lizetta declined without a second thought, and just as she put the phone. down, it rang again.

Yolanda grumbled, “What a pain in the neck, she’s not gonna rest until we run after her with scissors, is she?”

“Ignore her. Aren’t you a sucker for pork? Give it a try.”

Lizetta silenced her phone and set it aside. But peace was short–lived. The screen lit up once again; this time with a call from Hanna.

“Don’t pick up, it’s your mother–in–law, and it can’t be good news,” Yolanda pursed her lips.

trouble brewing. And from what she knew about Hanna, dodging her call now would

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more hassle later.

on the

word in.

was packed like sardines, especially around the jade

counter.

Lizetta to follow. Before she could get a clear view, Lizetta caught a

me go!” It was

Why’s it sound like a pig

scene. Lizetta saw it too. Inside the jade counter, Joseph had two bodyguards pinning

a small table, was panic–stricken, tears streaming down her face. She screamed at the bodyguards, “Let go! I’ll call the cops if you don’t. They won’t touch Joseph,

on a stool,

Hold her tight, or I will have you pack

the hammer and warned Evelina again. “That bracelet belongs to my Liz; you think you’re worthy? Just keep them paws

the hammer again, Evelina turned ghostly pale, screaming for help,

grab the hammer from

let her go! Did you