Her Revenge Was His Regret (Shirley and Gilbert) novel Chapter 287

Sherry couldn't even let herself think about it.

"Don't worry. I'm not letting Hector off easy either. We're not even divorced yet, and he's already messing around behind my back. He owes me."

Sherry understood that feeling perfectly.

She'd been there—watching her man get stolen, feeling his love turn cold. When a man stops loving you, it's obvious.

The sad part? You keep clinging to the past, refusing to believe it's really over.

Sherry knew she'd moved on.

But Yelena?

Afraid she might do something drastic, Sherry stayed the night.

That night, Sherry had a dream, a rare one. For the first time in forever, it wasn't about Gilbert.

It was about Lucas.

Lucas and Julia were standing face to face.

They were talking, doing something—Sherry couldn't hear a word.

But she was desperate to know what they were saying. She couldn't stand seeing them together.

In the dream, she actually ran forward and physically pulled them apart, like some kind of jealous wife.

She scared herself awake.

When she realized what she'd been dreaming about, her face flushed red as a tomato.

What was wrong with her? Dreaming about Lucas? Did she actually...?

"Girl, you were having a sex dream, weren't you?"

"I was not!" Sherry denied it immediately.

But even she could hear the guilt in her voice.

"So who was it? Let me guess—Lucas? Great body. Young, energetic. That butt..."

Yelena was back to her usual sunny self, teasing Sherry.

Sherry sighed, "This is bad. I haven't even sorted out my divorce yet. I refuse to become like Gilbert."

"So once you're divorced, Lucas gets promoted to boyfriend?" Yelena knew how to cut to the chase.

Sherry wasn't sure what she felt. Was it real affection? Or just gratitude because he'd saved her, and now she was confusing feelings again?

She refused to walk down that road again. She had to figure out what she truly felt.

She wanted real love, the sweet kind.

Sherry asked Melissa to dig. Since she was targeting Julia, it wouldn't be right to rely on the Harrison intel.

Anyway, Lucas probably knew more than she did. But Sherry wanted her own investigation. Different perspectives meant different insights. She'd analyze whatever Melissa found.

Back at work, yesterday's divorce drama felt like a pebble dropped in a lake—a tiny splash, then nothing, like it never happened.

Sherry's heart ached more than anyone knew. The next court date was a long while away.

But honestly? Regular people struggled to divorce too. Maybe she should consider... widowhood? That might be faster.

Sherry probably didn't realize it, but Gilbert—once the center of her universe—had become someone she'd happily bury, just to be free.

Finally, Sherry got a message from Lucas. She'd been crashing at Yelena's for days. Thank God the commute wasn't long, or the back-and-forth would've killed her.

Sherry decided to pick up some groceries and supplies, humming to herself without realizing it.

She was actually looking forward to him coming home.

But when she walked into the living room, she froze.

Someone was there. Someone who absolutely should not have been there.

Her groceries hit the floor. She didn't even notice.

She remembered what Yelena had asked her before she left.