Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 216

Apollo looked totally skeptical and thought to himself that one million was a steal

Erica got back on her feet and rolled up Thaddeus‘ right sleeve.

“Lizetta. Thaddeus always had your back, remember? Check out this scar. Isn’t this from when Hans got you that one time? It’s a whopper. He bled buckets for you. You can’t be cold feet over one mil can you?”

Thaddeus‘ right arm was marked with a particularly ghastly scar that ran from his forearm all the way to his armpit.

He’d taken the hit for Lizetta, all right.

Thaddeus had been bedridden for over a year, skin and bones, muscle atrophy making the wound look all the more ferocious.

Lizetta couldn’t stand to see Thaddeus bedridden and toyed with like this, subjected to such humiliation. Her eyes flashed with frost.

*Get your hands off my big brother!”

She surged forward and yanked Erica away with force.

Erica stumbled, banging her lower back against the corner of a table and let out a scream.

Apollo, seeing his wife hurt, flew into a rage and swung at Lizetta.

Yolanda, who’d been right by Lizetta’s side, wasn’t about to let him get away with it. She lashed out with a kick and sent the not–so–slender Apollo flying.

Suddenly, the hospital room was in utter chaos.

Over at the Dashiell Group’s CEO office.

the picture of elegance and calm,

him wasn’t any sort of official document.

was a

Lizetta’s familiar handwriting detailed her daily routine, work plans, and various sources

to the sweat and tears she’d poured

life.

the fruits of

down, he’d still been seeing her as that little girl who couldn’t

underestimated

and far more ruthless

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also a clear sign of her determination to leave him.

the

Cedric burst through

closed the diary and

looked up, “What’s up?”

and needles since yesterday, afraid of saying the wrong

his surprise, Remington had been remarkably composed, almost unnervingly so, as if he hadn’t just gone through a divorce.

the

on eggshells, experiencing the ancient sentiment of serving

something regarding the now ex–Mrs. Dashiell, he

felt

was