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

couldn’t figure out why Remington had to be like

crush it into dust over and

make a deal, let’s pretend that crap we just heard was a fart, vanished, unheard, okay? I

the bathroom, Remington was gone.

about what Yolanda had said, Lizetta logged off Twitter and saw the

the pic, a tall, strapping guy strolling off the stage, a delicate figure in his arms. The man’s broad shoulders shielded the woman

pic was blurry but oozed intimacy.

morning, Evelina tweeted and

[He’s 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 on the photo, identifying the

exclusive to the Maplewood Club, the

14:19

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the woman kissing Mr. Dashiell on stage

blogger deleted the photo after being called out by Evelina, who politely replied

a few hundred thousand followers from

of people eating up the

gentle violinist dating the austere, loyal, and smoldering CEO,

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

Dashiell’s so dominant, won’t even let Evelina

in the comments, getting praised for being

that bar incident,