The Billionaire’s Regretful Obsession – Victoria Hale

Chapter 4 Blood on the Carpet Gilbert drove away, his mind elsewhere. 6) +5 Free Coins Wendy just put some stickers in the car without asking Sherry. So what? She's young and doesn't know better. Should Sherry really be making such a big deal out of this? His phone rang. It was Wendy, her voice sweet as honey. "Gilbert, Jean already told me everything. Please don't be angry with her. She was just thinking of me. Just... just smash the car, okay? If it makes Sherry happy, I won't go out anymore." After hearing that, how could he possibly get rid of the car? Besides, it really was just a car.

"Don't worry. I won't touch the car." A small smile touched Wendy's lips. Does that bitch Sherry think she can win by making a scene? Too bad for her. All I have to do is call Gilbert's name softly, and he feels sorry for me. "From now on, I'll arrange a driver for you," Gilbert said. The smile vanished from Wendy's face. She went pale. "Did... did Sherry talk trash about me? I didn't do anything! If she doesn't like all my things in your car, she can throw them. She can treat me however she wants. But I only trust your driving. I'm only hogging one car seat, that's all. And now...

now Sherry wants to take even that away from me?" Gilbert felt a twist of discomfort in his chest. "Sherry has never been that kind of person." Wendy's expression tightened, though her voice remained fragile. "I'm sorry. I'm just... I'm scared of losing you, Gilbert. You're all I have here." The discomfort in Gilbert faded. He softened his voice. "Don't worry. I'll always take care of you." Then he hung up. Wendy gripped her phone, her eyes flashing with something dark. That little slut. How dare she fight back! I'll make sure Gilbert is mine, and I'll make Sherry beg and cry.

Gilbert kept trampling over her feelings, again and again. It was a good thing she already knew he would never choose her over that car. But seeing Jean's smug face still made her blood boil. Humiliating her in public like that-it was clear he'd never really seen her as his wife. It was almost funny now, how she'd once believed that given enough time, they could be happy together. 1/4 16:34 Fri, Jan 9 M Chapter 4 Blood on the Carpet Now it seemed like it had been nothing but a waste of her own time-totally meaningless. Sherry let out a bitter laugh.

When she got back to her rented apartment, she found her belongings dumped outside. "What are you doing?" This time, it was Gilbert's right-hand man, Scott Wood. "Mrs. Bode," Scott said, "Mr. Bode ordered us to move your things back." Move them back? Thinking of what had just happened, a cold smile curved her lips. +5 Free Coins "Stop!" she snapped at the movers. "Tell him that I'm not coming back unless he's ready to sign the divorce papers." Scott saw the anger in her eyes. It seemed that this runaway from home wasn't just a trick. But he still didn't believe she would really leave Gilbert.

Everyone knew how deeply she loved him. "This is Mr. Bode's order," Scott said firmly. "I can't disobey him." They outnumbered her. There was no way she could stop them by force. "Fine," Sherry said. "Take them all back. Consider them gifts from me." She grabbed her purse and ID and turned to leave. Scott was stunned. If she wouldn't go back, what was the point of her things? He had no choice but to call Gilbert. Sherry had just reached a hotel and hadn't even checked in when her phone rang insistently. "Sherry, it's bad. Your father...

he's sick!" She rushed back to the urban area that very night and ran all the way home. There, she found her father lying on the couch in the second-floor living room. Her mother, Claire Campbell, saw her come in and immediately swung her hand, slapping Sherry hard across the face. The blow was so sharp her left ear rang. "Sherry! Are you trying to drive us mad? You and Gilbert were fine! Why are you causing trouble? A divorce? How dare you! 2/4 16:34 Fri, Jan 9 M Chapter 4 Blood on the Carpet +5 Free Coins "Look at yourself. Gilbert choosing you was a moment of madness.

He's come to his senses now. You should be holding onto him for dear life. If he really divorces you, you'll be begging on the streets. Don't think there's a place for you here in the Campbell Villa!" "Mom!" Teresa Campbell rushed over. "Did you hurt your hand?" Then she shot Sherry a sharp, accusing look. "Sherry, even if you're Mom's real daughter, you can't upset her like this. And you're just standing there, not even caring about her. How can you be so heartless? It breaks my heart to watch, and I'm not even family." Claire's eyes softened. "Teresa, don't say that.

You are part of this family. You're my real daughter. Not like certain family-they're worse than a stranger off the street." Sherry's oldest brother, Edward Campbell, rattled his newspaper. "Hah. She's just holding a grudge. Mom sent you to that martial arts school when you were little for your health. But you've held a grudge all this time-you heartless, selfish jerk." When Sherry was very young, Claire had listened to a so-called friend and sent her to a martial arts school run by that friend.

It turned out the woman hated Claire, and everyone at the school-from the teachers to the students- bullied and ignored Sherry. She learned nothing and fell into a deep depression. When Claire found out, she was furious and cut ties. But then she listened to someone else's advice. Sherry had three older brothers, but none of them understood a young girl's heart. They thought finding Sherry a "little sister" would cheer her up and pull her out of her sadness. That was when Teresa won everyone over. And then Claire didn't feel guilty at all.

Teresa quietly fed them the idea that Sherry wasn't really sick-she was just making herself miserable and dragging the whole family down with her. At first, everyone focused on Sherry. Then, slowly, they started taking Teresa's side. Next to Teresa's sweet and caring act, Sherry looked like a spoiled, difficult girl. Mental illness? All an act. So "willful," "nasty," "ungrateful," and "scheming" became the labels they stuck on her. Teresa, a girl from a mountain village, acted more like a lady than Sherry ever did. All the family's resources and attention poured onto Teresa.

Sherry became the one they cast aside. Already struggling, she sank deeper into despair-until Gilbert pulled her out with one sentence. "You Campbell folks don't deserve to be Sherry's family." After that, they were at least careful around her, at least on the surface. 3/4 16:34 Fri, Jan 9 M Chapter 4 Blood on the Carpet Back then, she had been so happy. Finally, someone was on her side, no questions asked. +5 Free Coins Gilbert had told her, "No matter what happens, you have me. If they don't love you, you don't have to go back." Then Wendy appeared and shattered everything.

And today, he had sent her right back into this hell with his own hands. Gilbert knew exactly how her family would treat her, and he did it anyway. Sherry's head buzzed. Her nose should have stung with tears, but all she smelled was metal. Blood poured out, hot and fast. It splashed onto the expensive carpet of the Campbell Villa. 4/4 16:34 Fri, Jan 9 M Mark