Her Revenge Was His Regret (Shirley and Gilbert) novel Chapter 11

Chapter 11 Proof in the Pocket

Chapter 11 Proof in the Pocket

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Gilbert carried Wendy and rushed straight to his car. Sherry hadn’t even closed the door or sat down properly. The sudden move almost threw her. But he didn’t look back.

His eyes met hers in the rearview mirror, full of impatience.

Then he slammed the gas. In under ten minutes, they exploded into the hospital entrance.

A team of doctors was already waiting outside, like they were greeting some VIP.

They rushed Wendy straight into the emergency room.

Only then did things calm down a little.

Gilbert looked shaken. He was twisting his fingers together. Sherry hadn’t seen that little habit in years.

The last time was when she got kidnapped. After that, it just stopped.

She thought he’d outgrown those childhood nerves. It turned out they weren’t gone. He just had someone new to worry about.

Time crawled by.

Finally, the light over the ER door went out. Wendy was wheeled out.

The doctor spoke to Gilbert. “Ms. Mack is stable. The hit landed in a non-fatal spot. But she still needs to be careful. Even though the hit was on her head, it’ll still leave a scar.”

“Mirror,” Wendy whispered, her voice weak but stubborn. “Gilbert, I need a mirror.”

It was her head that got hurt, but the bandages were thick. Her face looked pale.

Tears started rolling down her cheeks, one after another. She looked like a scared little rabbit. “Gilbert… I’m like this now… Will anyone even want me now?”

Gilbert felt his heart being wrenched. “Wendy, don’t think like that. I’ll get you the best medicine. You won’t have a single scar. Be good, don’t cry. I’m here.”

“Okay… I believe you.” Her voice trembled. “But… Sherry, is this what you wanted?”

A storm cloud gathered in Gilbert’s eyes-dark and dangerous. And it was all aimed at Sherry. “Sherry,” he said, his voice low and hard. “You happy now?”

Sherry pressed her lips together. A cold laugh escaped. “What are you two trying to say?”

Gilbert’s stare was heavy. “What’s with the attitude? Wendy is in the hospital because of you. Are you pleased? She got hurt for you! Sherry, have you no shame at all?”

“Not pleased! And I do have shame!” Sherry lifted her chin, meeting his anger head-on. “Jean grabbed a vase and came at me! I was ready to fight back when Wendy suddenly rushed over and took the hit!

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Chapter 11 Proof in the Pocket

Seriously, was Wendy out of her mind?”

Wendy’s face turned perfectly pale at just the right moment.

Gilbert yelled at her, “Say that again! Isn’t all of this your fault?”

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Sherry’s voice rose, hysterical. “My fault? Jean tried to smash my head in with a vase! And you say it’s my fault?”

“If you hadn’t hit Jean first, would she have come at you?”

Gilbert was enraged when he saw Sherry pinned there, still chattering away with excuses.

Sherry opened her mouth. “She-”

The slap cracked through the air. Her head snapped to the side, ears ringing. She didn’t fall only because the table behind dug into her back.

Pain shot through her.

Jean was almost smiling. She knew Gilbert only turned on her because Sherry stirred things up. Sherry totally deserved it today.

Word of this would definitely get around.

Sherry never had much status in their circle. Before, she at least had some mystery. Now, all she was, was a joke. After this, she could forget ever holding her head high here again.

The taste of blood filled Sherry’s mouth.

Last time, her own mother slapped her and made her nose bleed. This time, it was her husband.

The man she once thought was the only person in the world who truly cared for her-

Now he made blood trickle from the corner of her lip.

The others who had rushed over stared, stunned.

Pure hate burned in Sherry’s eyes. She grabbed the kettle from behind her and swung it with all her strength, smashing it right into Gilbert’s head.

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