Her Revenge Was His Regret (Shirley and Gilbert) novel Chapter 383

As time went on, he realized nothing bad ever happened—and he grew more and more careless.

Still, nothing went wrong.

So he kept ignoring Sherry's pain. After all, it wasn't like she'd break.

He thought she was completely better.

He'd never admit it, but he told himself he was doing it for her own good.

Nobody could put up with her if she relapsed constantly.

And he certainly couldn't tend to her emotional needs twenty-four hours a day.

So Sherry had to learn to endure. That was part of why he'd spoiled Wendy so shamelessly.

Sherry's behavior over the past two years had satisfied him. She didn't cause trouble, didn't help his business, but kept the house in order.

He'd trained her well.

Then suddenly, she'd turned into a madwoman—fighting him, talking back, opposing him at every step.

"Is she really having a relapse?" Gilbert muttered. "Kinda looks like it. She's even acting like she doesn't care about me."

Normally, Sherry was always sad. But when he didn't choose her and when he made her donate blood? Her whole face would twist into pure agony.

But that was her duty. As his wife, suffering was part of the role.

She enjoyed the privilege, so she had to bear the weight.

Everyone at the top lived like that.

Did Sherry think she could laze around like a maid?

Being a maid was easy. But how many maids became wealthy wives?

Sherry wanted too much. It's only because he backed her up.

Any other family would have destroyed her. Did she really think other families were that easy to get into?

After all these years, Sherry should've gotten the picture.

Maybe she really was losing her mind.

"What should I do?"

He couldn't understand why she'd snapped now, after everything else.

Nothing big had happened recently.

...Except the blood donation.

It was good for her! She stayed home all day, doing nothing. Her blood must be stagnant. Losing a little blood was healthy.

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