The Billionaire’s Regretful Obsession – Victoria Hale

Chapter 2 The Divorce Papers +5 Free Cons Sherry's eyes held a glimmer of hope, but also a hard, new resolve. Her knuckles were white where she gripped the blanket. Lately, ever since she became "Mrs. Bode", she'd been getting too bold. He wouldn't put up with this kind of behavior. Gilbert's brow furrowed. His voice was cold and flat. "Do what you want." He didn't even pause to think. Curled in Gilbert's arms, Wendy shot Sherry a smug smile, mocking her for overestimating herself to say such a thing. Gilbert was the one who gave Wendy the power to mock her.

All the color drained from Sherry's face. She pressed a hand to her chest as hot tears spilled over. She wiped them away and left the hospital alone. Back at the house, everything was cold and dark. Gilbert was picky, so they'd never hired a nanny. Sherry had always done all the housework herself. After a long, exhausting day at the hospital, her body ached. She was starving. But in the home that was supposed to be hers, there wasn't even a warm meal waiting. She forced herself to cook through the hunger.

She had just put the food on the table when Gilbert walked He went straight to the dining room, looked at the meal, and scowled. His voice was like frost. "Sherry! You know Wendy likes broth. She hates chicken soup. You did this on purpose, didn't you? "Wendy's upset because of you. She hasn't eaten all night. How can you sit here and eat? Go make something else for her. Now!" The last thread of her patience snapped. "Why should I cook for Wendy? Am I her nanny? Or do you think I'm so worthless I should cook for your other woman?" "Sherry! How dare you talk about Wendy like that!

There's nothing between us, and you're still spreading rumors. Don't you know how much harm dirty rumors can do to a woman? Are you even human?" Gilbert slammed his hand on the table and roared. He directly knocked over the dinner she'd slaved over. Boiling hot soup splashed across the floor, scalding her leg. The pain was sharp and searing. Gilbert didn't even glance back and walked out. Right after that, he updated his Facebook-something he hadn't been willing to do in ten years. 1/4 16:33 Fri, Jan 9 M Chapter 2 The Divorce Papers A picture of Gilbert, wearing an apron, cooking.

She never knew he could cook. His friends were shocked, flooding the comments. "Wow, Gilbert, what a good man! Cooking for Sherry?" Wendy replied, "It's for me!" "Makes sense. He really spoils you!" 61) +5 Free Coins Sherry gripped her phone until her knuckles ached. She remembered once when she was sick, Gilbert had only brought her a plain bowl of oatmeal. The difference between love and no love couldn't be clearer. And now she saw it. But damn, it hurt. Gilbert texted her, "Sherry, if you come over and apologize to Wendy, we can forget this.

Otherwise, don't expect me home." She hadn't done anything wrong. Why should she apologize? Why would Gilbert never believe her? Gilbert wasn't just the man she'd loved for five years-he was the one who'd pulled her out of her darkest time. She'd always been grateful. Now she was just tired. She didn't reply. So Gilbert didn't come home at all. Sherry sat awake through the night. When morning came, she started packing. She realized she had almost nothing that was truly hers. She'd given her whole heart to Gilbert. She hadn't even bought herself a nice dress. It didn't take long to pack.

She was coming down the stairs when she ran into Gilbert's cousin, Cathy Bode, "Well, well. Where's the stray dog off to now? Don't tell me you're moving into Gilbert's office to stalk him. You really have no shame." Cathy's parents had died young, so she lived with the Bode family. After Sherry and Gilbert married, they moved into their own place. But every time Gilbert came back to his family home, Cathy would follow him back to their house.

She 2/4 ..טו M Chapter 2 The Divorce Papers 61 +5 Free Coins always showed up whenever Sherry and Gilbert were getting close-then acted like it was an accident. Sometimes she even tried to squeeze into their bed. If Sherry ever dared to lock the door early to keep her out, the next morning, Cathy would burst in, point a finger in Sherry's face, and yell, "Shameless! Always trying to seduce a man!" Sherry had tried to talk to Gilbert about it. He just got angry and shouted, "How could a girl like Cathy have any ill intentions?" He said Sherry's mind was disgusting.

For years, she put up with it. Because Cathy was younger. Because Gilbert told her to be tolerant. She kept her head down and endured. Now that she was leaving, she wouldn't. "First time I've heard that being close to your own husband is 'seducing' him. If you have some twisted crush on Gilbert, I hope you make the news the day you cross that line." Cathy was eighteen. She knew exactly what she was doing. Her face turned bright red. "You! You're disgusting!" "Not as disgusting as your actions." Sherry, who always held back, was suddenly fighting back.

Cathy, who bullied the weak and feared the strong, stiffened her neck. "How dare you talk to me like that! I'll tell Gilbert. He'll put you in your place!" "Get out of my way. And tell him to get the divorce papers ready." Cathy froze. "You're finally divorcing him? About time you got out of here, you scumbag! Get lost, and don't you dare crawl back!" "You think I want to stay in this madhouse? Listen-even if Gilbert begged, I wouldn't come back." The front door slammed shut. Three whole days passed. Gilbert stayed with Wendy the entire time. He was doing it on purpose.

Sherry had been getting way too out of line lately. He'd told her a hundred times-Wendy was just a sister to him. Ignoring her now would teach her a lesson. She needed to learn that throwing tantrums with him was useless. On the fourth day, he finally went back to the villa. 3/4 16:33 Fri, Jan 9 M Chapter 2 The Divorce Papers "Sherry, I'm eating at home tonight." 46) 45 Free Coins Usually, when she heard that, Sherry's face would light up. She'd buzz around him, planning the menu. Even the way she moved while cooking looked happy. She must love cooking for him.

So today, he'd let her cook again. He'd give her a reason to smile-throw her a bone. But only the echo of his own voice answered. Not just that-the table was dusty. Gilbert's handsome face tightened. "Sherry, you know I hate mess. I can't stand dust. If you can't even keep the house clean, what else can you do?" Still, only silence answered. Gilbert thought Sherry was still sulking. She didn't even care about the house anymore. Getting arrogant because she felt spoiled-she needed a reality check, He made a call. "Find out where Sherry is." Then his lips curved into a cold smile.

"She actually had the nerve to run away from home." ***** "You're not here to prep for an interview, are you?" The voice dripping with mockery belonged to Jean Mello, Gilbert's right-hand woman. She stood with her arms crossed, looking Sherry up and down with pure contempt. That was her usual way. In Jean's eyes, Sherry wasn't good enough for Gilbert. She'd been clinging to him for years-completely shameless. Back when Sherry loved Gilbert, she'd tried to win Jean over Jean had only ever given her cold stares and sharp words.

Now that Sherry wouldn't even put up with Gilbert, why would she put up with Jean? "Where I go is none of your business. If you're that bored, go fight someone for discount groceries." The old Sherry would never have talked back like that. Jean's face hardened with anger. "None of my business? A nobody housewife going to job interviews- you're embarrassing Mr. Bode! You'll drag the whole Bode name through the dirt!" 4/4 Mark