Her Revenge Was His Regret (Shirley and Gilbert) novel Chapter 8

Mary watched Sherry curl into a tight ball, tucking her head down and wrapping her arms around her knees.

Whenever she felt hurt or upset, she'd find some quiet corner and hide away—like an ostrich burying its head. She had no one to talk to, no one to lean on. She just swallowed all her feelings, looking like a hurt little animal.

Back then, Sherry was gentle and delicate. Her face was already stunning, even before she'd fully grown into her looks. Her eyes, especially—big, bright, and wet with emotion—could captivate anyone in an instant.

She should have lived like a princess. But all the chaos in her past had worn away her sparkle.

If she'd been allowed to bloom, her beauty could have outshone any celebrity—a rare mix of innocence and mischief.

Now, she was like a pearl covered in dust.

Mary knew her place. She knew there were things she wasn't supposed to know. And even if she did, what could someone like her really do?

"Ms. Campbell, you should eat something. No matter what happens, we've been through worse, haven't we? Compared to life-and-death situations, a lot of this is just background noise."

Sherry finally looked up.

She began to eat quietly. She knew Mary was right. None of it really mattered anymore. She might as well pretend all those years of effort had been wasted on someone who wasn't worth it.

The next morning, her head was pounding. And as if that wasn't enough, someone started blowing up her phone at the crack of dawn. They called over and over, no matter how many times she hit "decline."

It was driving her crazy.

The moment she answered, yelling burst through the speaker.

"You little brat! Since when do you ignore my calls? I told you—answer as soon as I call! I had to dial ten times today! You're nothing but a poorly raised fool!"

She had always put others first. But how did they treat her in return?

She tried so hard to protect their feelings—but did they ever protect hers?

Enough. She was done being nice. If they wanted to play rough, she'd play rougher. If they thought they could break her—well, they could try.

"Ma'am, who do you think you're talking to?"

For a second, Lore Bode thought she'd dialed the wrong number.

But when she confirmed it was Sherry's phone, her voice shot up an octave. "Sherry, have you lost your mind? How dare you speak to me like that! Should I tell Gilbert? Apologize right now—maybe I'll go easy on you."

Lore always acted so superior, but with Sherry, she was especially cruel.

That's because Sherry was easy to push around. She was always afraid of causing trouble between herself and Gilbert, so she swallowed her pride again and again.

Everyone thought they could walk all over her.

"Stop dreaming. Okay? I'm divorcing Gilbert. To me, you're not even as decent as a shrew. At least a shrew owns its nastiness—you act nasty but still pretend you're classy."

Worse than a shrew?

Was she talking about her?

Lore's blood pressure skyrocketed.

"You've really lost it! I'm calling Gilbert right now. Let him hear how 'respectful' his wife is to his mother!"

What a joke.

Everyone loved using Gilbert to control her. But did they really think she still cared?

"Go ahead. Call him. I recorded everything you just said."

Lore was so furious she slammed the phone down.

Gilbert hardly came home these days. Of course, Lore knew why.

She thought Sherry had no idea about that time she tried to run off and abandon Gilbert years ago, so she put on all sorts of arrogant mother-in-law acts in front of her.

She was nothing special—but when it came to making Sherry's life difficult, she had plenty of tricks. Among her rich friends, Sherry was known as the most obedient "daughter-in-law"—like a well-trained dog.

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