Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 141

The next day.

Lizetta was busting some moves in the dance studio when her phone at the side started buzzing Unceasingly. She paused, wiped off the sweat, and grabbed the phone.

It was Hanna calling, but since Lizette had already Inked the divorce papers with Remington, Hanna was history to her not her mother–in–law anymore.

She didn’t feel like picking up, tossed the phone aside, and kept on dancing. But the calls kept coming, like the Grim Reaper was on the line.

With a frown, Lizette finally answered.

“Lizetta, get your butt over to Oakwood Manor now and take your mom home!”

Hanna’s angry volce blasted through, and without waiting for Lizetta to ask any details, she hung up. Oakwood Manor wasn’t the Dashiell family’s manor, it was Nathan and Hanna’s digs, right in the city center. When Lizetta rushed over there and walked in, she found Hanna on the couch with a face like thunder, and Evelina si beside her, sweet–talking her softly.

They looked more like a cozy pair than she and Hanna ever did. Lizetta approached, “What’s going…”

She didn’t even finish when Hanna suddenly stood up and flung the tea right in Lizetta’s face. The tea was slightly hot, splashing all over Lizetta, with a few leaves sticking to her face, leaving her looking like a hot

mess.

Ever since you jinx

damp, she was barely able

back and enjoying the show, not a soul offering

a smirk playing at the corner of her lips, “Here, Sis, wipe it

she still had to play the saint. She pulled out a tissue, stood up, and

snatched another teacup from the table and hurled it at Evelina, ‘Spare me your phony

a second that Evelina had no hand

but she could sure as heck unload on Evelina, the one who couldn’t resist sticking

in the face, Instantly as bedraggled as Lizetta.

belly and collapsed

flew

and debris fell from Lizetta’s eyelashes, threatening to get in

move coming and was half a beat

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never came. When Lizetta opened her eyes and looked up, she saw a familiar large hand gripping

crisp white, and the metallic sheen of his watch reflected