Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

The woman blinked in confusion, then shifted her gaze between Remington and Lizetta.

Having suddenly figured out what was going on, she hurriedly waved her hands to Lizetta and said,

"Oh dear, I think there's been a huge misunderstanding. Mr. Dashiell hired me to pretend to be Stella!" the woman hurriedly explained, waving her hands for emphasis.

Lizetta stared at her, with astonishment written all over her face, before turning to Remington with a puzzled look.

"She's not Stella?"

Remington's lips twisted into a bitter smile, "I wish she was. But I couldn't find her."

The woman, eager to clear the confusion, quickly added, "Mrs. Dashiell, my name's Eileen. I am not Ms. Stella West."

Seeing her nervousness and how she remained standing, Remington gestured towards a chair, "Please, take a seat."

fell seriously ill when I was just a teenager and lost all my childhood memories. About four months ago, Mr. Dashiell found me, believing I might be the lost family member he'd been searching

thinking I'd finally found my family. But after a DNA test, it turned out I wasn't the person he was

her entire life, and now, she's on her deathbed. He didn't want her

failure last year and needed a transplant. We have a young daughter, and I couldn't bear the thought of her growing up without her

miracle, and

help him, and I simply couldn't refuse.

she felt too

a temporary resident, she hesitated to make herself too

over to pour two glasses of water-one for Lizetta, as to the other one, he pushed it towards

and took a few

revelation; she was still processing

the same care when helping Eileen with the car door and catching her when she missed

might seem trivial to others, but they were uncharacteristic