Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 2

Sylvia sighed, "Um, this is not what I signed up for."

"I’ve never wanted to marry Sherilyn. You forced me into this!" Gilbert was visibly frustrated as if the very notion of their marriage was unbearable for even a second longer.

"If she could make you happy, I'd accept it. But now, I can't stand having her as my wife! I'm afraid I might lose control. I don't even know what I might do to Sherilyn!"

"Stop!" Sylvia freaked out, grabbing Gilbert by the arm.

Thinking of the great-grandson she had lost, Sylvia gritted her teeth. "Okay, how about this? I won't make you see her. I'll send her abroad, far away from you, okay?"

After a tense silence, Gilbert stepped back. "Whatever you say."

Sherilyn quickly turned and ran back to her room, closing the door behind her. The moment it shut, she collapsed to the floor, tears streaming down her face. "Gilbert, Gilbert..."

She never knew Gilbert hated her so much. He married her because he was forced to. She had no clue about that.

After her parents passed away, her grandmother raised her. At fifteen, she lost her grandmother in a car accident, leaving her an orphan. Since her grandmother and Sylvia were close friends, Sylvia took her in.

Sylvia doted on her, often saying, "Sherilyn, when you grow up, would you like to be my grandson’s wife?"

And Sherilyn would sweetly reply, "Yes."

Thus, marrying Gilbert and becoming his wife became Sherilyn's dream.

Her world revolved around Gilbert. She studied for him, dressed for him, and followed him around, not letting any other woman near him. She was his fiancée, and he was hers. But it all turned out to be wishful thinking.

He called her overbearing and said he couldn't stand the sight of her anymore!

Sherilyn was sobbing quietly.

Covering her mouth, Sherilyn cried uncontrollably, her tears flowing like a river.

Knock, knock. Someone was at the door.

"Sherilyn, are you awake?" It was Sylvia.

"I am!" Quickly cleaning her tears and getting up from the floor, Sherilyn fixed her hair and opened the door. Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

Forcing a smile, she said, "Sylvia."

Sylvia observed the young woman before her, whose eyes went swollen from crying all night. But remembering her mistake, Sylvia couldn't easily forgive.

Sylvia sat down on the sofa, "Sit."

"Sylvia." Sherilyn already knew what was coming. And she could sense a change in Sylvia's attitude toward her.

Sylvia said, "You mentioned wanting to study abroad, right? Well, I'll arrange it for you. You'll go as soon as possible."

Sylvia was sending her away!

Sherilyn's eyes welled up with tears again.

"Sherilyn." Sylvia felt a pang of sympathy. She truly loved Sherilyn. But Caroline was still in the hospital, and she needed to give Caroline an explanation.

With a heavy heart, Sylvia sighed, "You need to change your ways, dear. You've been too headstrong. Any girl that comes near Gilbert, and you flare up."

"I've turned a blind eye to some things, but why would you get jealous over Caroline? She's Fran's fiancée!"

Sherilyn's mouth fell open as she murmured, "Sylvia, I..."

Even Sylvia didn't believe her?

"Pack your things and get ready to leave." Sylvia stood up, glancing at Sherilyn.

"Once you've changed for the better, I'll send someone to bring you back, okay?"

With that, Sylvia walked away.

Sherilyn quickly stood up, bowing her head respectfully. "Take care, Sylvia."

Left alone, Sherilyn felt utterly lost. Suddenly, a wave of nausea hit her, and she felt like vomiting.

"Ugh..." Sherilyn covered her mouth, rushing into the bathroom.