Her Revenge Was His Regret (Shirley and Gilbert) novel Chapter 25

Chapter 25 The Mocking Invitation

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There was a time when Sherry would ask nicely and act cute, hoping Gilbert would make her some oatmeal and even feed her.

Then Gilbert received a message saying Wendy was crying at school, complaining that people were bullying her.

Sherry felt something wasn’t right and spoke honestly, “She doesn’t have the skills, and the right education. She even skipped grades to finish school-no wonder people are talking. She’s an adult now.”

Sherry never imagined her honest words would start such a big fight.

Gilbert pointed right at her face and said sharply, his voice cold, “How old are you? You’re married-a grown woman. And you’re still trying to act cute? Can’t you cook yourself? It’s just a cold.”

She cried all night, her entire body hurting.

But now Wendy was the same age Sherry had been back then, and Gilbert treated Wendy like something precious.

Thinking about it now, Wendy’s age didn’t add up.

Gilbert said she got her diploma at 18. That was when Wendy first arrived in Seaseat City. But this was her third year back, and Wendy was now 23.

But Gilbert said Wendy was just the right age to be an adult.

Honestly, if Gilbert wanted to, he’d probably claim Wendy just became an adult even if she were 80.

What a joke.

Sherry had just finished her hospital discharge paperwork. She wanted to call Tyrone, take him out for dinner, and repay him.

Before she could dial, her phone rang. Thinking it was a spam call, she hung up, but it kept ringing.

When she finally answered, the person on the other end was clearly angry. She could hear them taking a deep, irritated breath.

Sherry spoke first. “Who is this?”

She could almost hear their rhythm break-like they were about to swear, then got even angrier. “Sherry, are you serious? You know my number by heart and could probably say it backwards and you’re pretending you don’t know?”

It was her third brother, Dale Campbell.

A real celebrity. A big star in the entertainment world. Famous enough that Sherry almost never saw him.

But he was also Teresa’s most loyal follower.

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Chapter 25 The Mocking Invitation

Sherry’s voice turned chilly. “What’s up?”

That cool tone basically said, “State your business or hang up.”

If he weren’t so familiar with her voice, Dale would have thought he’d dialed the wrong number.

Usually when he called, Sherry would be overjoyed.

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Calling him “Dale” left and right, acting like she was trying to cling to someone powerful-she looked so cheap it was disgusting. He hated that kind of behavior.

“This time, our family is having a banquet. You have to come.”

Sherry thought she’d heard wrong.

They wanted her to come?

Teresa’s status at home kept growing. No one wanted to mention she was adopted—as if that would insult her.

So for every party, Teresa went in Sherry’s place.

Anyway, when Sherry was little, they sent her off to a martial arts school.

No one knew what she might look like later.

Teresa took her spot. As long as the Campbell family said Teresa was the heiress, everyone believed it.

Back then, Sherry could only stay in the storage room, listening to the laughter outside while people ate

and drank.

She was trapped in a dark, damp, cold little room. Once, something that looked like a rat ran past. Terrified, she screamed.

Someone found her.

Her family said some stray child had wandered in to play and chased her out.

After the guards left, they dragged her back inside.

Claire pinched the soft skin of her thighs and arms. “Sherry! I tell you to stay in the storage room and you have to cause trouble! That sudden scream-trying to make everyone think you’re the real heiress?

“The Campbell family has already given you everything. Teresa doesn’t even have one-tenth of what you have. And you still want to crash the party and expose her? How can you be so cruel-who taught you this?”

Sherry cried hard, hurting terribly, and apologized over and over.

Everyone else just watched, cold as stone. Bruises appeared where she’d been pinched, but no one showed any pity.

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