Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 133

Remington’s eyes ficked over those invitations, and he gave a nod as a sort of acknowledgment.

“Anything else?”

Thinking about that divorce agreement, Remington was getting irked, not really in the mood to even pretend to care. Noticing Evelina still standing there, he lifted his gaze and asked.

Evelina was biting her lip, looking all pitiful, “I’ve got a photo shoot for a sponsorship later; it’s my first one. Could you come with me, Remington?”

The gig Evelina had was for a game under the Starlight Group. Remington just so happened to have plans to swing by there in the afternoon, so checking in on Evelina was no biggie.

He nodded, “Sure, but I’ve got another meeting later.”

Evelina’s face lit up instantly, her smile understanding and sweet, “Then I won’t keep you. Remember to balance work and rest, Remington. See you this afternoon”

She left, got in the car, but then she slammed her bag down on the seat in a huff.

April was waiting in the car and saw her mood, asking with concern, “Mr. Dashiell didn’t agree to come to your solo?”

her anger, “He did”

up April breathed a sigh of relief, “Well, that’s great then. Why

Remington was a no–show at her first solo,

of course, because of Lizetta Just thinking about the charged, almost flirty vibe between them in the car earlier made Evelina green with envy

order desserts for him, her

my favorite desserts later. If what you’re ordering isn’t on there, would you mind canceling and reordering?

silence on the other end. She pulled the phone away, checked it, and put it back to her ear,

soft click, clearly Lizetta hadn’t even been holding the phone to

talking?” Lizetta’s voice was

she’d just hit a soft wall with all

to listen when someone’s talking to you?”

some self–respect and not being the homewrecker – that’s basic integrity. Do you really think you

Being so bitter isn’t

bragging. “No need to thank me. It’s just ordering a dessert after all. Remington gives me a pretty sweet allowance. If you have more little errands like this, feel free to

her composure, “Actually, there’s something. My solo is the day after tomorrow, and you absolutely

fine, but I have zero tolerance for lousy bitchy lines. For the sake of my ears and mental