Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 132

Dropping over 2 grand on desserts, and pocketing a cool 7 grand plus; not a bad deal, but Lizetta’s heart was filled with a bitter taste.

Back in the day, she was all in as a diligent clerk, and the dessert place she picked, LR, was chosen after taste–testing a bunch of them.

She wanted to treat his guests right, so he could have smoother sailing at work and a more pleasant negotiation atmosphere. But in the end, her thoughtfulness was just used by him to curry favor with his sweetheart.

Seeing that he wasn’t going to play ball today, Lizetta didn’t want to stick around. She grabbed the divorce papers and went to pull open the car door. Just before stepping out, she threw out a casual remark.

“Mr. Dashiell, so concerned about Evelina yet refusing to divorce, you aren’t scared I’ll screw around with the desserts and off Evelina’s kid?”

As she reached for the door, a heavy force clamped down on her shoulder. Lizetta was yanked back into the seat with a jerk. She frowned, turned her head, and met Remington’s icy glare.

“I dare you!”

The guy was clearly hitting the roof, the grip on Lizetta’s shoulder almost losing control. Pain spread from her shoulder, but it was nothing compared to the ache in her heart.

I’m Mrs. Dashiell. The legit wife taking care of

sharpened, twitching at her

child isn’t

her throat was stuffed with waterlogged cotton, unable to make a sound, just stubbornly staring

car. Until Remington sneered and let go, “Lizetta,

fast that the edge of the paper sliced a small cut across Lizetta’s

But don’t regret it!”

the glove compartment, signed

don’t give me any dirty or stinking money

stunned, frozen until the man barked at her again, “Get lost before

papers and stumbled out

clutch the divorce papers like a prized possession,

parking lot, her pace slowing down, her back slick with cold sweat, exhausted as if

Remington’s signature. He had signed with such force that he punctured

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