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?

and was hell–bent

time, wasn’t it clear enough he didn’t want to let go of the marriage, that

a heart of stone; she

up, its wings had

going to the airport now, after holding onto her for a month, would change her mind.

he’d misunderstood her drugging him as an attempt to stay with the Dashiell family and had used that as an excuse to

affair, she was miserable

to her one last time, that meant letting her

her expression then, so pained and pleading, so

he supposed to do if not

to just watch her suffocate, wither away before

Cedric’s words had thrown Remington into complete disarray, making him

that if he really let Lizetta go today, it might just be like Cedric said: the next time they met would be

papers.

Dashiell; she could

feel like he was being pierced by a thousand arrows, an unbearable

left a glimmer of hope for their marriage.

it worked out or not, he’d

this, Remington suddenly pushed back his chair, stood up, and walked over to the floor–to–ceiling

through his smoke, Remington left his office and commanded in a deep voice, “Call a meeting with the

entire secretarial department sprang

Café as planned

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