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..

the car driving away and something being thrown out. Lizetta turned around to see the duvet on the ground; the car had kicked up leaves and

shook out the blanket, and wrapped it around herself. She started walking back, with raindrops falling through the gaps

the car hadn’t gone far; a half–hour walk should

was bad; there weren’t many people around. Otherwise, wandering with

her. Lizetta’s nose tingled, and she

of the car and

“Liz.”

you leave? You

messy

tears she couldn’t hold back fell, like a ruffled kitten that could burst into tears with a single touch. But her expression quickly froze because the person wasn’t Remington;

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

In the car.

and handed Lizetta a towel, saying kindly, “Dry

took the towel and wiped herself,

Meadowbrook Meadows. I live

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“Just got off work?”

surgeries after my shift, and

and fell silent for a

mostly been about Thaddeus and often at the hospital. But his recent actions made her