Black was taken aback by the drastic change in Holley's attitude, but before he could respond, he realized that she had locked him out.
"Holley, I'm sorry. It's all my fault, and I want to apologize. Please! Just let me in, okay?"
Black's voice shook as he softly knocked on the door, hoping Holley would open it again.
Holley, however, had a different worry on her mind and thought, 'Ferry has already decided that I will be marrying Jason in a few days. We are in a quiet war, not the type with guns and fire, but just as deadly. I can't just drag Black onto the battlefield. He doesn't deserve this.'
Tears formed in Holley's eyes as she thought about what they had become. Emotionally exhausted, she leaned against the door.
'If I had met Black earlier, I could have gotten away from Ferry. But now, there's no other way to go. I'm stuck where I am, ' she thought. The wet hot tears that had filled her eyes, finally fell, as her knees buckled. She knelt on the ground, sobbing.
"Go away! I don't love you anymore. I only want to be with Jason. Please, go away," Holley said through the door as she choked on her sobs.
He felt the pain in her voice and was equally devastated. Black responded in a soft voice, "Alright, Holley. I'll go, but please, don't cry. Don't cry."
Black thought he must have been making things harder for Holley, and that Holley was in more pain because he couldn't let her go. With this, he gently backed away from the door and silently went away.
After a moment, Holley noticed how quiet it was outside the door. She took a deep breath, shut her eyes, and opened the door. Black was gone. Right then and there, she knew it was the end. She could never be with him again.
It was nighttime in the crowded and prosperous city. The dazzling lights against the background of a dark sky would astonish anyone. Colorful lights from buildings and streets illuminated Black's way, but he was unable to appreciate any of it.
He walked like the dead, unaware of anything that went on around him. In his head, memories of Holley played over and over. First, it was the happy things, like her face and her smile. Then came the memories of her words and the determination that had shown so clearly on her face when she rejected him. He felt a sharp pain in his chest. Who knew that memories could physically hurt?
Although Sheryl was in a completely different place, she was hurting just the same at that time.
Isla and Aron were on vacation and were traveling abroad together. Naturally, Isla's absence meant more work for Sheryl. However, she didn't feel tired at all. In fact, all the work she had been doing had been a good distraction from Charles' heartlessness.
The last time she had crossed paths with Charles was at the kids' school. And now that she thought about it, she hadn't really even seen him then. She had only known he was there because she had seen his car that day. She had never seen him since. It was as if he was disappearing from her life completely.
In the past, Charles had diligently waited at the gates of Cloud Advertising Company to meet Sheryl. She managed a sad smile at the thought of how sweet he had been. But her smile disappeared as quickly as it had formed when she realized she was losing Charles.
Sheryl suddenly became aware that she was not as strong as she had previously thought. She had thought that by this time, she would no longer feel anything about Charles and the divorce. However, at the moment, her heart was in a strange place of complete awareness and honesty.
She knew she couldn't just give up on her love for Charles that easily. However, Charles no longer cared about her. She had no choice now but to go along in this way. Ironically, this was exactly how Ferry wanted it to be.
The moment Sheryl arrived home, she put her things down, locked the door, and silently walked to the children's room. Upon seeing their innocent faces, she managed a more sincere smile.
After kissing the two children on their foreheads, Sheryl dragged herself into her bedroom. She didn't have the energy to wash her face or brush her teeth, so she went straight to bed and tried to sleep. Sleeping was so difficult all of a sudden. After more than two hours of tossing and turning in bed, she began to accept that she wasn't going to get any decent rest that night. She was actually used to losing sleep at night these days, so she didn't react to this by getting angry. She lay wide awake on her bed and let her mind wander.
At Dream Garden, Charles had just returned home.
It was not the first time that Charles had gotten home at midnight. Leila and Melissa were wide awake at the time. They stood quietly at the top of the staircase and studied Charles, who was sitting on the couch and staring into space. Silently, they made their way back to Melissa's room.
They had done this so quietly and so carefully that Charles didn't notice a thing.
"Aunt Melissa, Charles had been coming home so late every night. I'm worried that work might wear him out," Leila found herself whispering, even though they were already out of earshot. While Leila's concern was real, Charles' health was not her only worry.
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