Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 300

“Evelina, this whole thing has blown up big time, and if Me Dashiell digs up anything more on Daniel, what the heck are we gonna do if we get dragged into it.”

April was freaking out, and even Evelina looked like a deer caught in headlights for a sec, clenching the bedsheets and grinding her

teeth.

“No way, we didn’t get busted when the shit hit the fan back then, and it’s even less likely now. Just throw more cash at that Paisley dude to lay low in the sticks for another year or so, whatever it takes to keep him away from Zion City!”

Back in the day, it was April who had a middle–aged guy with the last name Paisley spread some nasty rumors about Lizetta at the Mermaid Restaurant, which got Linda, a server green with envy over Lizetta, to spill the beans to Daniel.

Daniel got suckered into trying something nasty with Lizetta, and when the whole mess blew up, April paid Mr. Paisley to skip town and lay low,

Evelina hadn’t expected this mess to still be kicking around, and now Remington was hurt because of it

She was scared stiff that her role as the puppet master would come to light.

“Got it,” April nodded.

Evelina thought for a moment, then picked up her phone and dialed Hanna,

After all, Remington got hurt for Lizetta’s sake, and that bit of news was too juicy not to share with Hanna.

doctor’s

after a thorough check–up, reassured her

doc about Remington’s condition until she felt a weight lift

find Evelina clutching her belly,

shot to her feet and

just heard about Remington getting hurt. How bad is

she bent over to pick up

on the bouquet of bellflowers and

part–time at a flower shop and

love, while wisteria meant being born out of passion, dying for love, and being obsessed with a love that would never be reciprocated.

rather cold flowers with lousy meanings, totally not the kind for

picking these two for

“Nope”

rejected her and walked

hurried after her clutching the flowers, “Liz, I meanderthave to go into the room. Just take the flowers in for me, to show I care. Oh, and that thing we talked about, did you ask Remington? Is he keen on our babies growing up and playing

I think it’d be neat if my little one could have Remington as a godfather.”

she was being swarmed by a million flies, buzzing non–stop.

dead in her tracks, spun around, snatched the bouquet from Evelina’s hands, and