Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 89

Remington’s handsome face was the picture of calm, his deep eyes cooling as he fixed them on Lizetta.

“Mrs. Dashiell, you’re such a sport, always looking out for me. Since that’s the case, if Granny isn’t a fan of Eve, could you maybe put in a good word for her, help me sway her?”

Lizetta was floored; she was already bending over backwards, and now Remington had the nerve to ask her, his actual wife, to pave the way for his mistress.

She clenched her fists, taking a deep breath to keep from planting one right in Remington’s smug face.

For the sake of the divorce, she bit her tongue.

“Fine, I’ll do my best.”

Who would’ve thought, after agreeing, Remington’s face would turn even colder. He suddenly stood up, looming

over her.

“Most Touching Character of the Year – they should really create a Devoted Wife Award just for you.”

Lizetta was livid. If this guy wasn’t her brother, she’d be drawing circles and hexing him to drop dead in the street in a minute.

Remington stormed out, slamming the door behind him, leaving them at odds once again.

In the car.

Seeing Remington with a frosty look on his face, Cedric internally sighed for what felt like the thousandth time.

Couples‘ fight didn’t last long, but here Remington and his lady were, taking their spat to a hotel, and still no make–up in sight.

quickly, Cedric was starting to wonder if the boss had

to get Mrs. Dashiell’s belongings from the

glanced over, “You got nothing better to

believe that Remington had it in him to leave his penniless wife

with Lizetta, a mocking sneer at the sight of the red system

out what I asked

his phone, and Cedric sat

“Got it

sorted. Mrs. Dashiell is juggling three jobs. Apart from the mermaid gig at the restaurant, she’s also a dance double on a set and teaches private dance lessons to a seven–year–old girl. I’ve already made sure the restaurant won’t be

shady, Remington stayed silent

“Leave it be.”

thing, there’s this online influencer who posted a video of Mrs. Dashiell’s mermaid performance, and it’s gotten quite hot. I’ve had it taken down, but plenty of copies are probably out there.”

lips pressed into a thin line,

closed his eyes, clearly

Lizetta to dive, back when she was a fifteen–year–old girl,

1/2

after her exams.

She wa

and a quick leamer, and thanks to her dance training, she had strong lungs and was soon free diving

to swim with dolphins,

at the hotel, she’d curl up at his feet, flipping through the

his meeting, a note slid under

I make a

he scribbled a reply