Her Revenge Was His Regret (Shirley and Gilbert) novel Chapter 308

Sherry didn't hold back. Her words were sharp, cutting straight through the noise.

She'd learned her lesson. You don't reason with people like this. You just let them have it. They'd already thrown their dignity out the window.

"Let's see," she snorted, pulling out one piece after another. "This dress? Julia wore the exact same one. And this one too."

Scott's forehead beaded with sweat.

Then came the words he'd been dreading.

"This one, that one—every single piece is something Julia's worn. If the tags weren't still on, I'd think you raided her closet and brought it all to me.

"Impressive. You copied the other woman's wardrobe and delivered it to the wife. What's the message here? I should take fashion tips from my husband's side piece?

"Or did you literally just duplicate her entire closet for me?"

Scott was drenched now.

This wasn't the Sherry he knew—so fierce it rattled him. He was scared to say the wrong thing.

The old Sherry was soft, easy to push around. Everyone took shots at her because she never fought back.

Now? He couldn't even form words. Because she was right. Every single piece was something Julia owned. He never thought she'd notice.

The neighbors who'd been so quick to judge fell silent.

This wasn't a gift. This was an insult. Sending a wife the same clothes as the other woman?

If anything, the other woman should be copying the wife.

Well, some of these people were in Gilbert's pocket, saying what they were paid to say. Why else would they be standing here?

But now?

Gilbert might as well disappear. Even if they had the power to resurrect the dead with their words, they couldn't spin this.

"Take it all back," Sherry ordered. "Tell Gilbert to use his time preparing for round two of our divorce proceedings. This time, I won't let him sabotage it."

Last time, Yelena's situation had caught her off guard.

But she'd already made arrangements. Yelena would finish her current work in two months, then move to King City to join the Harrison Group.

From then on, Sherry had no weaknesses left.

What could Scott say? He swallowed his pride, ordered his men to reload the trucks, and slunk away.

Lucas stood nearby, one hand in his pocket, forearm veins visible, watching Sherry. She was getting rougher around the edges.

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