Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 857

Lizetta's heart was a tangled mess of emotions, caught between hoping the rain would hold off for the night, offering a flimsy excuse for relief and self-deception, and wishing for a torrential downpour to end this destined agony. Another peal of thunder lit up her pale face, sending shivers down her spine as she clutched her umbrella tighter.

She used to dread the stormy nights, for they meant that Hans Gardenia wouldn't step out, choosing instead to drown his sorrows in alcohol and take his anger out on her.

But living with Remington Dashiell had changed that, easing her fears over the two years they shared a home. Until that fateful night of hardship returned her old fears. Quickening her pace up the hill, Lizetta barely made a few steps before another lightning strike rendered the solemn gravestones even more ghostly and isolated.

Her legs gave way, almost sending her to the ground in defeat.

Meanwhile, Cedric was lounging in his car, humming a tune while showering his favorite streamer with donations, securing his top donor status. The sudden knock on his window made him turn, just as a flash of lightning revealed a woman's dark, thick hair and her bloodlessly pale face outside.

"Holy mother!" he exclaimed as his phone slipped from his grasp, hitting him in the eye and eliciting a double dose of yelps.

It took another round of knocking and a familiar voice for Cedric to recognize the figure not as some specter but as Mrs. Dashiell herself.

But something was off. Shouldn't Mrs. Dashiell be with the CEO?

door, stepping out, "Mrs. Dashiell, where's the boss? It's getting windy, please, get in the

Cedric, Lizetta said, "Remi's still up there; it's about to rain. Take this to him and urge him to come down." Cedric, puzzled but aware of the urgency, nodded, instructing Lizetta to get in the car while he made his way

him go, Lizetta hesitated before her worry got the better of her, prompting her

Dashiell? I can go alone, please head

her, fearing the CEO's wrath

Lizetta urged, "I'm scared on my

fear, Cedric couldn't

mood, he switched topics. "Mrs. Dashiell, did you and the boss enjoy your meal

fine, Lizetta replied,

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outings again when Cedric eagerly credited Remington for the restaurant

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couples. Even had those cute ordering robots that can tailor

at Lizetta. "So, what did

intimate question amidst the silence of the night, Lizetta clenched her teeth