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 dropped relentlessly

figure out why Remington had to be like

in front of her only to crush it into

crap we just heard was a fart, vanished, unheard, okay? I

bathroom, Remington was gone.

about what Yolanda had said, Lizetta logged off Twitter and saw the gossip blogger’s posted photo.

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

was blurry but oozed

and tagged that blogger.

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

it was

low–key, 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 out a man’s

photo, identifying the silhouette as

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

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kissing Mr. Dashiell on stage

after being called out by Evelina,

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

people eating up

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

I sign up for a childhood sweetheart CEO boyfriend? Asking for

won’t even let

was even mingling in the comments, getting praised for

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