Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Remington's handsome features instantly tensed up, as if a chill wind had swept through. He clenched his fists tightly.

The way Lizetta called another man "brother" kept echoing in his ears—a term that used to be reserved just for him! He couldn't accept it; a cold shadow flickered in his eyes.

"Just got back, and if you're coming to Zion City, of course, I'd set things up for you. The house is all ready, and Yolanda can stay over for now. Oh, and I had Mary whip up some desserts and fruit, why don't you bring her inside?"

Jerome, dressed in a set of dark grey loungewear and slippers, exuded a relaxed aura. Standing next to Lizetta, they looked like the hosts of the house, welcoming a guest together. His gaze towards Lizetta was affectionate and clearly doting.

Lizetta looked up at him and nodded, "Brother's the best. Yoli, let's go check out your room. If you don't like it, we can bunk together; it's been ages since we had a good chat."

Eagerly, Lizetta turned back, linking arms with Yolanda, ready to lead her inside. From the moment she saw Jerome, she hadn't given Remington another glance. It was as if she had forgotten he was there, or as if he was someone of no consequence, not worth a backward glance or a goodbye.

"Liz! What did you just call him?"

the back of

simply curved her lips slightly and said, "Mr. Dashiell, how I address someone is my business, and I don't believe you have any say in it. I appreciate your help today, Mr. Dashiell, and I promised to treat you to a meal, but let's keep things

smile on her face. But to Remington, each word felt

face

he let out

another

His

brisk, clearly fueled by anger. He

unconcerned, merely turning to Yolanda. "Let's grab something to eat, then figure out what to

gaze darkening as he watched Remington's retreating figure before turning to follow

into the living room, whispered to her, "What was that about? Were you trying to tick off Badass

was also shocked.