Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 85

Remington’s eyes were glued to the glass tank, his hand clutching the phone so tight his veins were popping

out.

He looked calm and collected, but his jaw was set in a hard, barely contained anger.

“Who told you the kid’s mine? I’m not planning on getting divorced, so back off!”

He cut Hanna off with a cold voice and hung up the phone without another word.

His gaze never left the figure in the glass tank, and he took another step closer, his face turning even sourer.

Cedric seriously wondered if, in the next second, Remington would ball up his fists and smash the tank to pull his wife out with his bare hands.

“Mr. Remington, please keep your cool!“, Cedric pleaded.

Remington gritted his molars to keep from losing it right then and there, and barked, “Clear the area, now!”

“Mr. Remington, you’re making a big scene: keeping Lizetta’s mermaid gig under wraps is gonna be tough.”

A vein in Remington’s forehead twitched, perhaps his stare was too piercing because Lizetta turned over, and when she glided to the other side, she met his gaze.

She froze for a moment, a stream of bubbles escaping her lips.

He was stone–faced, but Lizetta felt like his eyes were throwing daggers.

She got a little flustered and quickly turned her gaze to the group of kids plastered to the outside of the tank. giving them a wink.

of forty minutes, and after diving in and out of the water a hundred or so times, Lizetta was gasping for air and swam

she could fully emerge, a large hand reached into the water, grabbed

stung, her face dripping, and she couldn’t

eyes.

was fished out of the water and into the man’s arms, the familiar

me down, I’m not

bare, her seaweed–like hair clinging to her face and

pitiful and vulnerable as a real fish out of water, igniting a predatory

as the depths, his voice

really pissed off right now! If you don’t want to be stripped of your fish skin in public, behave

his ominous tone and gradually stopped struggling.

a glance before Remington’s

Lizetta up, striding out as the path had already been

the restaurant, with the bodyguard already

car and plopped onto the

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tried to throw off

behind her, slamming the car door shut, and at the same time, his

now: what

Remington’s grip, his handsome face stormy, his voice

“Get lost!”

flabbergasted at seeing

car.

of the car, closing