Her Revenge Was His Regret (Shirley and Gilbert) novel Chapter 288

"If you were already divorced, would you give Lucas a chance?"

That question echoed in her mind, bringing back a flood of memories.

Back in the day, even on Gilbert's days off, she'd wait on him hand and foot and anticipate his every need.

She watched his mood like a hawk; the second he was thirsty, she'd rush to pour water.

It became second nature.

No one ever did that for her. When she was frazzled and made mistakes—normal stuff, really—all she got from Gilbert was complaints.

"What are you, blind? Watch what you're doing!"

Even when she burned herself badly enough to blister, his first reaction was always a frown, then a lecture.

"Can't even handle something this simple? What good are you?

"You women think staying home and doing nothing deserves payment? Please. With skills like yours, you'd get fired from any job in five minutes."

Sherry learned to swallow her tears and never let him see her hurt.

That's how you become the bitter, worn-out wife.

She remembered once he'd splattered hot oil while making eggs here, burning her hand.

Compared to past injuries, it was nothing. She didn't even flinch.

Lucas didn't say anything at the time.

But from that day on, he made the eggs.

It's the little things that get you. Sherry admitted—in that moment—she'd nodded.

She wanted to give herself a chance, too.

Lucas was the first person who made her feel like she had a real home.

She'd lived in that villa for years but always felt like an intruder. Here, in the Harrison house? No discomfort.

When she thought of "going home," this was the place that came to mind.

Until now—

The place she thought of as home had people sitting in it.

They were sitting at their usual dining table.

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