Gossip Ex-wife

The gap between them seemed to be getting larger and larger with every moment. Sherry didn't look all too bothered but the rage was almost radiating from Jeremy's face. The tension in the car was palpable.

"Explain!" demanded Jeremy.

Sherry's anxiety level was dropping and she began to feel less nervous. She calmly grabbed her bag as if nothing happened and blankly stared at Jeremy. "There's nothing to explain!" she said nonchalantly.

"We are in an awkward situation. We could get divorced at any time, so we can't have children," said Sherry.

Jeremy's eyebrows stiffened.

"I don't want the child to live a life without either parent, so I don't want to get pregnant."

Sherry quickly realized that she was basically trapped in a car with Jeremy and that this situation wasn't getting any better. She was about to unfasten her seat belt when Jeremy threw the bottle away.

He furiously started the car and sped off recklessly.

"You don't want to hurt our baby. What about hurting me?" he asked with disappointment.

Sherry moved her lips but didn't say anything.

The car was speeding up rapidly as Jeremy swerved through traffic. Sherry grabbed the seat belt fearing for her life.

"Is it because you're caring for our child or is it another man that's the problem?" Jeremy barked at her.

Sherry shook her head. "No. You're overthinking."

"Huh!" With a smile, he asked, "Who's he? Chester, Steve, or Jeffery?"

Sherry was losing her patience. "I've told you that it has nothing to do with them. It's you!"

Jeremy suddenly stopped the car and furiously slammed the door shut after getting out in a huff.

"This isn't our house!" Sherry got out the car. Before she could say any more Jeremy grabbed her and dragged her into t

bathtub dripping wet.

He raised his eyebrows as he gulped.

Pretending not to see him, Sherry covered up and went out.

When she passed by Jeremy, she oddly sneezed again.

On their way back home, Sherry sneezed many times. They walked into their home and Jeremy touched her forehead with concern and said, "You're a little hot."

Sherry slapped his hand away and climbed onto the bed reluctantly.

Jeremy changed into his pajamas and was met by Sherry who already slumped in their bed. Her back faced him as he helplessly propped his hands on his hips. "Let me get you some medicine. Take it before you go to bed."

Hiding her face in the pillow, Sherry was so sad that she could cry.

The sadness filled her to the brim!

This man tortured her time and time again. He finally seemed to change and gave her something to smile about. Was she supposed to be grateful?

She hadn't felt pain like this in a long time. She shut her eyes tightly and tried to go to sleep.

She fell asleep awkwardly on the bed. The whole night, there were thoughts clanging all over her head. She seemed to dream of the time she was so obsessed with Jeremy.

She was so naive!