Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Lizette cracked a chilly smile, strutted over, and swung her arm.

Ouch!”

The feather duster whacked Evelina’s arm hard, prompting a yelp as she dropped everything she was holding.

The feather duster kept coming for her, and Evelina, in agony, darted around the room in chaos. She hadn’t expected Lizetta to lay into her without so much as a word, and now she felt as if she was swelling up from hits to her hands, back, shoulders, and legs.

Cradling her head and shielding her face, she cursed furiously, “Lizetta, have you lost your damn mind? Back off, what gives you the right to hit me?”

Lizetta scoffed, “What happened to calling me ‘Sis‘? Should I just let the filth in the house fester and stink up the place? That reek coming off you, it’s strong enough to be smelled from miles away.”

Two more sharp lashed from Lizetta, putting her back into it. Evelina couldn’t take it anymore, she bolted from the dressing room with her head in her arms.

Lizetta’s chest heaved as she looked at the things Evelina had touched, feeling like last night’s dinner was about to come spewing up her throat.

She yanked out everything Evelina had touched from the drawer and tossed it into the trash. She came out of the dressing room, and found Evelina hadn’t left; she was by the bed, leaning over to tend to Remington.

“Remi, you’re sweating buckets. You’ll catch a cold. Let me help you out of these damp clothes.”

Lizetta felt a chill run down her spine, her voice sharp as ice.

“Get your filthy hands off!”

She approached, and a frightened Evelina let go, but at that moment, the groggy man in bed reached out and grabbed her, “Don’t go.”

His husky voice broke the silence, and Lizetta felt as if her feet had been nailed to the floor. The room turned dark before her eyes, yet Evelina’s face lit up with glee.

“Remington, you’re awake?”

Evelina leaned in closer, not forgetting to shoot Lizetta a provocative look.

This was her and Remington’s bedroom, her home, her sanctuary. How could Lizetta stand for this? This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

She charged over, shoving Evelina aside, and fought the urge to slap Remington as she

wered Remington, can you even see who’s human and who’s a ghost here?”

The pills Remington had taken were soporific, and he hadn’t been resting well these days. He was comforted in Lizetta’s embrace and had dozed off.

Pulled and prodded, he finally stirred, vaguely aware of a woman’s voice and movement. Assuming it was Lizetta, he instinctively reached out.

Now, seeing Lizetta’s pale, angry face, red eyes staring back at him, Remington began to wake up.

The man frowned, still confused about the situation.

Over at the sofa, Evelina clutched her belly and dropped to her knees, “Ah! My stomach, the baby. Remington, Lizetta pushed me and I hit my belly; it hurts so much!”

Remington’s expression shifted, he quickly got out of bed and helped Evelina sit on the sofa.

Evelina’s face was ghostly white, covered in cold sweat, her hand clutching her belly. Her sleeve slid up, revealing red welts, as she looked up at Remington with trembling hope.

“Lizetta hit me with the feather duster a couple of times, Remington; what if something happens to the baby? I’m so scared.”

Remington’s handsome face turned icy, and he glared coldly at Lizetta, his voice filled with anger, “Who told you to hit her? Lizetta, what’s gotten into you to become so crude?”

Ridiculous. His mistress was brazen enough to invade her space and sicken her, and she wasn’t allowed to get angry?

“I’m crude? That’s nothing compared to you two shameless, disgusting lovebirds! You asked her to be here and then called me over for what? To be humiliated? Should I just watch you two getting it on and clap along to be considered graceful and proper?”

“Shut up! What are you ranting about!”

Remington’s face darkened, veins throbbing at his temples. How could he and Evelina have that kind of relationship?

In her eyes, was he really the kind of man who’d bring any random woman home?

Seeing Remington’s reaction only seemed to Lizetta like his rage was still shielding Evelina.

Evelina could do as she pleased, but Lizetta was not to speak up. Coldness was filled with Lizetta’s heart.

“Remington, don’t be angry, it’s my fault for coming and causing a misunderstanding.”

Evelina, one hand on her belly, tugged anxiously at Remington’s arm, trying to stand up. Lizetta watched them tug and pull at each other, her eyes and body aching. She couldn’t

tand another moment.

“Fine, I’ll give you two space!”

She turned and walked away, tears welling up in her eyes. As they glistened under the lamplight by the bed, they seemed to shake Remington’s heart, snapping him out of his feverish haze Into sudden alarm.

He stepped forward to follow, but Evelina suddenly clung to his arm, “It hurts, Remington.”

Remington yanked his arm free, leaving her on the sofa, and hurried out the door, his figure quickly vanishing.