Although Charles knew that Vicky would somehow try to deceive him on the way here, she still almost succeeded in fooling him. He had underestimated how convincing she could be.
"Vicky, I'm sorry for hitting you with my car, but it was an accident. That's all it is. I'm never going to be with you." Charles no longer took threats too kindly. The fact that he had lasted this long without an outburst was nothing short of a miracle.
"Charles, you can't do this to me. You're all that I have left. Please, don't leave me like this!" Vicky looked at Charles with both her eyes filled with tears. It was as if she had been abandoned.
Charles did not want to say another word to this woman. He felt that exchanging words with her was a complete waste of time.
Just then, Charles' cellphone began to ring. He looked at it, and when he saw that it was Sheryl calling, he hung up immediately.
However, his phone rang a couple more times. Every time it rang, Charles hung up without hesitation. Vicky quickly realized that something must be going on.
She was quite certain that the calls could only come from someone important to Charles or someone with whom he had a strange relationship. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been so nervous about the calls.
When the phone began to ring a fourth time, Vicky grabbed it and answered the call before Charles had the chance to hang up.
"Whoever this is, I'm telling you: I'm Charles' woman, and he is my husband! No one can take him away from me. Not you nor anyone else! Don't think for a second that you are special. You are nothing but a fling to him. I'm the only one that he loves! The only one!" Vicky yelled hysterically at whoever she thought was on the other end of the line. It was still Sheryl.
Everything happened so fast that Charles did not even realize what had happened.
The strange woman's frenzied yelling brought Sheryl back to her senses. It made her wonder why she had even bothered to call Charles in the first place. Calling him over and over had made her seem needy. It was demeaning. Without thinking, she responded, "Well, let me tell you something. Until two days ago, this man was my husband. Now we're divorced, but I'm afraid you're still not the one he's going to marry. Good luck."
The line went dead, and the dial tone was the only thing that Vicky could hear.
Angry with herself because of the position she had put herself in, Sheryl hung up. Why did she make consecutive phone calls to a man who didn't even care about her?
By the time Charles had realized what was happening, Vicky had already said what she had wanted to say. He forcefully pulled the phone out of her hand, seeing that the call had already been ended.
"No, that's impossible! It can't be. You won't divorce me, right? I know you won't do such a thing to me. Never!" Vicky looked at Charles with crazy eyes. It was clear that Sheryl's words had struck a chord.
Charles stared at the hysterical woman indifferently. His ice-cold stare bore a hole through her.
Meanwhile, Sheryl had calmed down a bit and was beginning to make sense of all the information that she had just received over the phone.
Everything had happened so fast that Sheryl wasn't even sure the exchange had actually happened.
She recognized that she wasn't herself for a second and that this was the only reason why she had made those calls to Charles. On the other hand, she knew that she was not over Charles and that she still missed him very much. Deep down, she hadn't wanted to break their marriage off. Today, she had called to see if there was still a chance of them getting back together.
However, despite her wanting to work things out, the man she had loved for so long was already hooked up with another woman just two days after their divorce! Was this really the man who had once rocked her world and turned her life around, the man she had loved with all of her heart?
Sheryl could not understand how Charles, who had gotten jealous when he had seen her walking with another man when they were in Australia, turned into someone who could be with another woman mere days after finalizing their divorce.
She could not bring herself to believe it.
Isla had been standing right next to Sheryl this whole time. Although she had no idea what had happened, she heard everything that Sheryl had said. Seeing Sheryl now sitting in a chair, looking dumbfounded, Isla moved closer and asked softly, "What happened?"
"Charles is with another woman now. She answered the call and referred to him as her husband. It must be true. Otherwise, how could she have answered his phone?" Sheryl didn't even realize that she was talking. She felt exhausted as if the call had drained the life out of her. She did not have the strength to actively formulate words, so she only muttered them like she was a robot that was programmed to do so.
"What did you say? Is Charles married to another woman? Already?" Isla looked at Sheryl with disbelief.
Sheryl replied with a bitter smile. Almost immediately, tears began forming in her eyes. "You can't believe it either, can you?"
"That's it, Sher. I'm going to find Charles and have him explain everything. I'd very much like to see what he's up to! He's way out of line here." Isla furiously rolled up her sleeves and was about to head out and go on a manhunt for Charles.
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