Shattered Illusions Love Lies and Redemption (Lizetta and Remington) novel Chapter 956

Andrea’s gaze snapped to Lizetta, expecting panic or at least a flicker of fear. But Lizetta’s face was calm, utterly unruffled—there was no trace of anxiety, no hint of distress.

In fact, she looked completely at ease, her posture relaxed, almost regal.

“Well, I didn’t realize everyone was quite so invested in my personal life—and who I am,” she said, lips curling into a wry smile as her voice rang out, clear and steady.

“That’s right. I am Remington’s ex-wife.”

Her tone was bright and unmistakable, not the slightest bit vague or defensive.

Just like that, she admitted it—plainly, boldly, her words echoing in the sudden hush.

All around, people sucked in their breath. The stares that fell on Lizetta were a strange mix of curiosity, shock, and mild fascination, as if she’d just revealed she was some rare creature on display.

“You’re admitting it? You actually… admit it?” Andrea blurted out, unable to hide her disbelief.

This wasn’t at all what she’d expected. How could Lizetta just confess so openly?

Lizetta shot Andrea a cool, almost amused glance, a soft laugh escaping her lips.

“Why wouldn’t I admit it? It’s not as if I’ve committed some crime. I haven’t killed anyone, set anything on fire, or freeloaded off someone else’s charity while refusing to pull my own weight. I’m not some moral degenerate. So tell me—what’s there to hide?”

She looked genuinely puzzled, as if she couldn’t fathom why this was even a question, and let her gaze linger on Andrea.

Andrea’s face tightened, her hands clenching at her sides.

Lizetta turned her attention to the rest of the office.

Lizetta smiled, accepting the offer and handing him her mug. “Thanks, Logan.”

As Logan headed off, Lizetta reached out and gave Mia’s cheek a gentle pinch. “I’m fine, really. None of this bothers me. Don’t worry.”

Seeing how genuinely unbothered Lizetta seemed, Mia gave her a big thumbs up. But her curiosity got the better of her, and she leaned in, eyes gleaming.

“So, Liz, just between us—was it you who dumped Mr. Dashiell?”

Lizetta couldn’t help but laugh at Mia’s eager expression. “Why would you think that? Most people are saying I was the one kicked out, the homewrecker who ended up tossed aside for a socialite.”

Mia rolled her eyes. “Oh, please. What is this, the Dark Ages? Only the jealous and petty call someone a homewrecker. Liz, you’re gorgeous, and Mr. Dashiell doesn’t strike me as blind. Why would he ditch a stunning woman like you for someone as fake as Ms. West and her plastic Instagram face?”