Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 78

Lizetta’s face went ice cold, “What if I’m actually knocked up?”

After dropping that bomb, her heart squeezed tight with anxiety.

She thought, Remington, please don’t let me down, our little peanut is listening too.

But the guy’s handsome mug had already turned frosty.

“Just pop the birth control and you won’t get pregnant!”

*There’s no such thing as a surefire bet, what if?” Lizetta clenched her water glass.

Remington looked like he’d rather be anywhere but here, his face oozing impatience, and he snapped, “If you’re preggers, get rid of it! Take the pill!”

Lizetta’s heart felt like it was wrapped in a tight mesh of barbed wire.

She forced a smile, bleak as hell, tipped her head back, fished out the pill, and tossed it into her mouth.

She took a swig of water, swallowing hard.

Slamming the water glass on the nightstand, she grabbed the duvet and got out of bed, took a couple steps but then spun around, fixing a hard stare on the man whose expression was hard to read.

“I misspoke earlier, let’s make it crystal clear, there ain’t gonna be a next time between us!”

Last night might as well have been a dog bite! Jerk!

Lizetta stormed into the bathroom, slammed the door, and spat out the pill she had been hiding under her tongue with vengeance.

quickly grabbed a water glass to rinse, but tears dropped relentlessly into the

Remington

of her only to crush it into dust

pretend that crap we just heard was a fart, vanished, unheard, okay? I love you and will

the bathroom, Remington was

off Twitter and saw the gossip blogger’s posted

strolling off the stage, a delicate figure in his arms. The man’s broad shoulders shielded the woman almost completely, leaving only

pic was blurry

and

low–key, please

it was

holding a wine glass, though it filled with juice. In the reflection off the glass, you

on the photo, identifying the silhouette as Remington.

exclusive to the Maplewood Club, the same place the gossip blogger had been.

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woman kissing Mr. Dashiell on stage last

deleted the photo after being called out

hundred thousand followers from

of people eating up the sweetness.

hot and gentle violinist dating the austere, loyal, and smoldering CEO, oh my god, what

for a childhood sweetheart CEO boyfriend? Asking for a friend,

so dominant, won’t even let Evelina

mingling in the comments, getting praised for

character of that bar incident, she might’ve believed all of