Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 125

Lizetta was in utter disbelief, “I’m In my PJs and barefoot!”

She was carried out in her pajamas, and now he was about to dump her midway.

Remington snorted coldly, “You could choose to apologize.”

He waited for her to beg for mercy. But in the next second, the woman who refused to get out of the car turned around and boldly jumped out, slamming the car door behind her with a loud bang.

Remington’s face turned ashen, his hands clenched into fists on his knees. The driver, Christ, got back in the car, and Remington snapped, “Drive!”

Christ had been with the Dashiell family for ages and suggested, “Boss, it’s pitch–black outside. Mrs. Dashiell is lightly dressed, didn’t take her phone, and the weather’s turning cold.”

Remington cut him off coldly, “It was her choice to leave.”

Christ wondered if that meant he should go and convince Mrs. Dashiell to come back.

Meanwhile, outside, Lizetta had already turned around and started walking in the opposite direction, as the temperature inside the car seemed to drop another five degrees.

Lizetta hugged herself, but it didn’t stop the cold wind. The chilly autumn night was turning stormy, and her nightgown was thin, barely reaching her knees.

Her bare feet felt the cold, hard ground beneath them. But she didn’t want to go back and beg Remington. She wasn’t going to let him push her around without a fight..

being thrown out. Lizetta turned around to see the duvet on the ground; the car had kicked up leaves and was now far away. It seemed he thought her stuff

for a moment, went back, shook out the blanket, and wrapped it around herself. She started walking back, with raindrops

hadn’t gone far; a half–hour walk should take her back to Meadowbrook

weather was bad; there weren’t many people around. Otherwise, wandering with hair wrapped in a blanket and barefoot, she’d

car honked from behind her. Lizetta’s nose tingled, and she walked faster.

car and caught up to her, grabbing

“Liz.”

leave? You jerk.”

messy

ruffled kitten that could burst into tears with a single touch. But her expression quickly froze because the person wasn’t Remington; it

not talk about it now; just get in the car,” he looked down at

In the car.

turned on the heater and handed Lizetta a towel, saying

was wet. She took the towel

Meadowbrook Meadows.

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got off work?”

in for two emergency surgeries after my shift, and that’s why I’m late.”

eyes downcast, and fell silent for a

often at the hospital. But his recent actions made her feel