Chapter 59 Let's Get Divorced (Part Two)

In the darkness of the room, a woman was sitting on the bed and was about to get up.

And when Jeremy turned the lights on, the room was flooded with brightness, exposing the woman on the bed. It was Sherry.

The towel on her forehead had fallen, and she was getting up slowly, looking clumsy as she did so.

Her clothes were not properly fastened, so it opened slightly as she moved, and it exposed her fair skin beneath.

She looked comely despite her sickly appearance, but her clothes were obviously not her own, and from the way her clothes were opened, it was obvious that she was not wearing anything beneath.

"Jeremy? Why are you here?" she asked in a faint voice, and she looked utterly confused by the commotion.

As Jeremy looked around the room, he could tell that this was Chester's room, as all the decorations were obviously to his taste, and there was a photo of him on display.

He looked at Sherry, and his heart broke as his thoughts ran away with his mind.

As soon as Chester arrived, Jeremy jumped to him and hit him as hard as he could.

Chester stumbled back from the force and supported himself with the wall, as his eyesight suddenly twisted and blurred. The distinct taste of iron in his mouth told him that he must have bitten his teeth or tongue.

Meanwhile, Jeremy had expected to find this. He had known for a while that Chester and Sherry were sleeping behind his back, but seeing it now did not hurt any less.

He could not control his temper, and it seemed as if all the jealousy and anger just erupted from his fist to Chester's face.

Chester wiped the blood from his mouth, and although there was rage burning in his eyes, he looked at him calmly and did not fight back.

"Jeremy, what are you doing?!" Sherry exclaimed in surprise and fear.

'How could he hit Chester?' she thought.

She struggled, weak as she was, to walk toward them.

There were a thousand questions in her eyes, and she did not know which one she shou

, "My secretary changed her clothes. I didn't touch her, and it's not what you think."

"Shut up, Chester! This is none of your business," Jeremy hissed and then lowered his head so that he was looking Sherry in the eyes. "You explain to me! What are you doing here?"

Suddenly, at that moment, Sherry felt like she was a candle that was rapidly burning under Jeremy's intense fire. She felt exhausted every time they talked, so she pulled away from him with all her strength and said,

"I am so tired of this, Jeremy. Please. Let's just divorce. Aren't you tired of fighting all the time?"

She had never been so sure of something in her life before that moment. She used to have second thoughts, but in that instant, she knew that it was what she sorely wanted.

Freedom.

Jeremy was shocked by her words, and beside him, Chester was even more shocked.

He had never expected to hear those words from Sherry, and at that moment, a strange glint was shining in his eyes.

Meanwhile, Jeremy had never thought that Sherry would make such a request, but now, despite her fragile health and frail body, her eyes shone with fierce determination.

Her words were like a cold balm down that suddenly cooled down his anger. At once, the raging fire inside him earlier had vanished, replaced by an empty and dark abyss.