Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 341

Lizetta stored at her phone semen, a tumult of emotions swirling in her eyes.

Wasn’t he supposed to be with Stella?

Why was he calling her now?

“Aren’t you gonna pick up? It’s your husband, though who knows for how long more. Maybe he’s calling to break things off, introduce you to his childhood sweetheart. Just imagine that scene, it’s hilarious”

Evelina, siting across from her, saw the caller ID too and covered her mouth to stifle a laugh.

Seeing Lizetta frozen in place, not picking up, Evelina stood up. “Are you scared to answer? Let me help you out”

She reached out for the phone.

Lizetta snatched the phone away and pressed it off, then grabbed the coffee mug from the table and splashed its contents toward

Evelina.

Evelina screamed, her face and hair drenched in coffee, looking utterly disheveled.

She frantically grabbed some napkins to wipe herself, glaring at Lizella with venom. “Lizetta, have you lost your mind?”

shut Evelina up for a while. She picked up her bag, stood up, and looked down on Evelina coldly, “You asked

letting you know you’re being played. Don’t shoot the

“Oh, I’m really grateful for your concern. Rest assured, I’ll be checking out

that, Lizetta turned and walked

Star

her. “Just a friendly heads up, Quentin’s got a nickname Hope, and his sister’s is Noticing Lizettas stiffened posture, Evelina knew her words had hit home, hard and precise. She chuckled to herself, but the next moment, the sticky coffee began to

yelled for a waiter to come help.

her facade of calm shattering instantly.

as if her whole world was crumbling down, piece by piece,

that were once precious, , warm, and sweet, now felt like sugar–coated blades,

pace as if chased by

sharp blare of a car hom snapped

turned just as a car screeched to a halt in front of her.

had wandered into the street, her legs gave out, and she collapsed to the ground.

sharp pain followed in

face turned pale as she clutched her belly. “Joy, Joy can’t

Inside the car.

you okay?

from the back seat, addressing

Did I really hit her? Il