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.

her mouth, she quickly grabbed a water glass to rinse, but tears dropped relentlessly

out why Remington

only to crush it into dust

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

bathroom, Remington was gone.

off Twitter and

pic, a tall, strapping guy strolling off the stage, a delicate figure in his arms. The man’s broad shoulders shielded the woman almost completely, leaving only her little legs

was blurry but oozed intimacy.

morning, Evelina tweeted and

low–key, please cooperate, thanks, photo.jpg]

it was

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

on the photo, identifying the silhouette as

exclusive to the Maplewood Club, the same place the

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Chapter 78

Dashiell on stage last night? Evelina.

the photo after being called out

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

eating up the sweetness.

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

can I sign up for a childhood sweetheart

Dashiell’s so dominant, won’t even let Evelina drink at the bar.]

was even mingling in the comments,

of that bar