Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 75

“I’m gonna hit the shower first.”

Lizetta looked away and had already stepped into the changing room to grab some fresh clothes. Remington loosened his tic, unbuttoned his collar, and slumped on the couch, rubbing his temples wearily.

Back in the private box, Lizetta didn’t hold back, and he ended up knocking back quite a few drinks.

Now the booze was kicking in hard, making him feel pretty lousy. In the past, she would have been all over him with worry, probably would’ve made him some hangover soup by now.

Watching the woman head to the bathroom with her PJs, without a backward glance, Remington felt even more down in the dumps.

A mix of feeling slighted and lost, like he was being ignored.

Lizetta showered in record time, blow–dried her hair until it was damp, and then stepped out of the bathroom.

Remington was nowhere in sight in the bedroom, but the lingering scent of alcohol he left behind was unmistakable.

Lizetta thought about Remington’s not–so–great stomach, and considering he had her back tonight against those creeps at the bar, who knows what would’ve happened without him, she decided to go find him.

Sure enough, there was a light peeking from the study. Lizetta pushed open the door to see the man on the phone behind his desk.

She didn’t disturb him, just closed the door and went downstairs.

“Lizetta is my wife, her big bro is also my brother–in–law. It’s only fair he stays in the Dashiell family’s VI hospital suite. I don’t care who ordered what, if today’s stunt happens again, you’re out of here, got it?”

Remington was on the phone with the hospital head honcho. Shortly after hanging up, Lizetta had whipped up some hangover soup and knocked on his door.

walked into the study, she saw Remington on the sofa area,

aren’t you in bed yet?”

down the hangover soup and suspiciously reached for his hidden arm.

are you up to?”

hangover soup for

Remington reached for the bowl, Lizetta grabbed his arm, yanked up his

together in concern.

this cut

up, blood seeping through

was almost healed. I’ve re–applied some ointment and re–bandaged it,

back down,

got hurt

but get imitated, “You’re injured, and you’re

health, to drink on her behalf and play

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“Weren’t you the one

scoffing

has the Starlight Group not

Remington watched her go,

least she had the decency to make him some hangover soup.

took a small sip and