Shattered Illusions Love Lies and Redemption (Lizetta and Remington) novel Chapter 551

Cedric sent the video out and was on pins and needles waiting for Lizetta's reaction.

He was so distracted that he caught Remington's stern glares more than a few times throughout the day.

When the afternoon rolled around without any word from her, Cedric started to sigh heavily, feeling more dejected than if he'd gone through a breakup himself.

By the fifth time he let out an involuntary sigh, Remington had had enough and reassigned Cedric to run errands at a branch office.

But as Cedric left, Remington couldn't help but notice the odd look in his eye, akin to how one might gaze at the infamous stray dog of Oakridge Heights, Archie.

Little did they know, Lizetta only saw the video that evening.

Her belly had grown a bit larger over the past few days, prompting her to stay in and cut down on her phone use.

After dinner, just as she was about to head out for her usual walk, she realized her phone had died.

Charging it up, she finally saw the video.

"Do you love Liz, Remington?"

In the video, Stella's face was streaked with tears, looking utterly pitiable.

"Yes, I love her. We had many misunderstandings, and I've hurt her in many ways, leading us to the brink of divorce. But I never wanted to truly separate, nor did I ever intend to give another woman a chance. My wife, my love, it's always been her!"

The man's figure was turned away from the camera, hiding his expression from Lizetta, but his voice was clear and resolute.

Her breath became erratic, her grip on the phone tightening.

Suddenly, she turned the screen off with a snap as if fearing that staring any longer would unleash some heart-wrenching virus.

Catching her breath, her lips curled into a mocking smile.

If it wasn't for Remington's instruction, how could Cedric dare to make such a video?

Since when had Remington become such a show-off?

Her phone charged rather quickly. After doing some stretches, the battery was more than half full.

Unplugging the charger, she stepped out, walking slowly along the greenery-lined paths of her complex.

But for some reason, Lizetta felt like she was being watched these last few days, especially today, making her quicken her pace after only a lap and a half instead of her usual three.