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

out why Remington had to

front of her only to crush it into dust over and

“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

the bathroom, Remington was

off Twitter and saw the gossip blogger’s

man’s broad shoulders shielded the woman almost completely, leaving only

pic was blurry but oozed

morning, Evelina tweeted and tagged that blogger.

[He’s low–key, please

it was

photo she attached was of herself holding a wine glass, though it filled with juice. In the reflection off the glass, you could

the photo, identifying

wine glass? Turns out it was exclusive to the Maplewood Club, the same place the gossip

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woman kissing Mr. Dashiell on stage last

blogger deleted the photo after being called out

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

full of people eating

the austere, loyal, and smoldering CEO, oh my

can I sign up for a childhood sweetheart

so dominant, won’t even let Evelina

comments,

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