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.

spread in her mouth, she quickly grabbed a water glass to rinse, but tears

why Remington had to

front of her only to crush it into dust over and

washing up, Lizetta finally calmed down, gently touched her belly, and whispered, “Hey little one, let’s make a deal, let’s pretend that crap we just heard was a fart, vanished, unheard, okay? I love you and will protect you. The world’s still a beautiful place, you just grow

bathroom, Remington

Yolanda had said, Lizetta logged off Twitter and saw the

figure in his arms. The man’s broad shoulders shielded the woman almost completely, leaving only her little legs dangling from his arms, swinging.

blurry

and tagged that

please cooperate, thanks,

it was

keeping it low–key, but the photo she attached was of herself holding a wine glass, though it filled with juice. In the reflection off the

the photo, identifying

Turns out it was exclusive to the Maplewood Club, the same place the

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the woman kissing Mr. Dashiell on stage last night? Evelina.

being called out by Evelina, who politely

morning, Evelina had gained a few hundred thousand followers from flaunting her love life,

people eating up the

hot and gentle violinist dating the austere, loyal, and smoldering CEO, oh my god, what a perfect combo, I’m

can I sign up for a childhood sweetheart CEO boyfriend? Asking for a friend, kinda urgent.]

so dominant, won’t even let

in the comments,

been the main character of that bar incident,