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?"

stared at the back of Lizetta's head,

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

not particularly harsh, and she even wore a polite smile on her face. But

handsome face

let out

another

His

brisk, clearly fueled by

grab something to eat,

a step behind, his gaze darkening as he watched Remington's retreating figure before

living room, whispered to her, "What was

was also shocked.