Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 92

Evelina yelped in pain, exerting quite a bit of effort as she lifted her teary, mascara–streaked eyes.

“I just feel so crappy for caring about you. What else is a pregnant woman supposed to think about? It hurts so much.”

Only then did Remington let go and back off, his voice tinged with an edge of harshness.

“You should be well aware that all my promises to you are mostly because of the kid you’re carrying. If there’s another abortion, I’ll take back everything, got it?”

Evelina bit her lip. “Remington, four years ago, you pretty much agreed to be with me. If it weren’t for my sister butting in.”

“She’s not an intruder, and we were never really an item, you know that.”

Evelina’s face went pale, she choked up a bit and seeing the man’s handsome face turn stern with impatience, she went back and sat by the bed.

“I get it. This baby was an accident, not something I wanted, but it’s growing inside me. I’m its mother. How could I cruelly abandon it unless I had no choice? But being a single mom is so tough. You clearly promised me you’d treat this child as your own. My sister has bullied me over and over, and you’ve turned a blind eye. How can I trust you’ll always look after us?”

She stroked her belly as tears splashed onto her dress.

Remington softened a bit for the sake of the child.

“Just stay away from Lizetta, and you won’t get hurt.”

Evelina nearly choked on those words, her eyes welling up with injustice. She opened her mouth to counter, but Remington interjected.

it’s born. The support I promised you, and the funding for the Hawthorne family will be

he turned and

up his phone from

away.

wet earlier, and he’d taken out his phone and set it down without a second thought, never expecting to

the police station.

car screeched to a halt

seat, his face frosty, and he strode into the police station like

“Litchi!”

Lizetta, she was curled up in a

was head–down, her long

world, unresponsive to

beautiful, unblemished hands stained with dark, blotchy blood.

emotion and severity swirling in his eyes,

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he told

nodded and

carefully reaching for

touch me! Let go! Get

flailing and scratching with her