Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 268

Chapter 268

Got shipped off to be the neighborhood committee boy, huh?

Cedric was grinding his teeth, thinking Remington had better hold the fort and not chase after his wife to the airport.

He thought, “If he did, he’d be nothing but a lovesick puppy, even more whipped than I was!”

Cedric left, and Remington kept staring at the report in front of him, his expression as still as water.

But in just a mernent, he yanked over a stack of planning documents next to him, getting more irritated the more he looked at them.

Finally, Remington couldn’t keep up the facade of calm, raising his hand to rub his forehead and pushing away all the papers in front of him.

He leaned back in his chair, yanking his tie loose with a forceful tug.

After a bit, he leaned forward to open a drawer and reached for the diary at the very bottom.

But as soon as his fingers touched the leather cover, he stopped short, kicking the drawer shut in a fit of agitation.

Cedric said there were no big issues between him and Lizetta, told him to clear up the whole Evelina thing.

Ha, Evelina’s kid wasn’t his, he’d said that plenty of times.

Lizetta knew it, too, but did she ever care?

him and was hell–bent

this time, wasn’t it clear enough he didn’t want to let go of

girl had a heart of stone; she didn’t give a

its wings had hardened; it yearned for the

believe that going to the airport now, after holding onto her for a

with the Dashiell family and had used that as an excuse

was innocent in that old affair, she was miserable with the Dashiell family, almost hating

she asked him to be kind to her one last time, that meant letting

pained and

do if not

he supposed to just watch her suffocate, wither away before

Remington into complete disarray, making him more agitated and

Lizetta go today, it might just be like Cedric said: the next time they

papers.

would no longer be his Mrs. Dashiell; she could openly be

thinking about that scenario made Remington feel like he was being pierced by a thousand arrows, an unbearable pain

he’d left a glimmer of

out or not, he’d leave it

stood up, and walked over to the floor–to–ceiling window to light

commanded in a deep voice,

the entire secretarial department sprang into action.

Savory Seasons Café as planned for lunch with President Winters of

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