Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption novel Chapter 10

Lizetta bolted out, shoving the door open, but froze in her tracks as she looked up.

Standing there was Evelina! She asked with concern, “Sis, why the waterworks? Did Remi chew you out? I’ll have a word with him for you.”

Though they’d never been sisters for a day, Evelina always put on this insincere act, calling Lizetta “Sis”.

The embarrassment of being caught in her mess by her arch nemesis just cranked up Lizetta's discomfort a notch.

The man’s steady footsteps approached, his composure and dignity stark against Lizetta’s disarray; he seemed utterly unfazed.

“I told you I’ll go to the hospital to see you? How come you're here already?” His tone with Evelina was a complete 180 from the cold-hearted vibe just moments before.

Evelina cracked a smile, “I got discharged already. Just came to save you the trip.”

Lizetta didn’t want to stick around for their lovey-dovey show and was about to split when Remington grabbed her wrist, “Whip up some watermelon juice.”

Evelina loved watermelon juice; Lizetta hated it with a passion.

As kids, Hans and Jolin got into a fistfight, blood splattering on the sliced watermelon, making it hard to tell what was redder.

Remington knew that full well! And he still had the nerve to make his wife wait on his mistress. Lizetta felt like her heart was being carved out, thinking he had rocks for brains.

“Did you suddenly lose your hands or something, Mr. Dashiell?!”

She yanked her wrist away and stormed off, Evelina’s anxious voice trailing behind her.

“Remington, she is delicate and can't handle the stress. Go talk with her.”

“Leave her be!”

Bursting out of the building, Lizetta hugged herself and slowly crouched down on the sidewalk.

Her vision blurred as she kept telling herself over and over, “It's okay, Lizetta. Show them what you're made of; let everyone see!”

Her phone rang. Wiping away her tears, she answered, “Uh-huh, okay, I'll be right there.”

What Remington didn't know was that since she turned fourteen, she hadn’t used a dime from the Dashiell family, always hustling to make her own money.