"You overthink everything, don't you? I just don't have any intention of staying another second here with you." She sniffed, rolling her eyes.
"We're not done here, Sherry!" Jessie cried shrilly up at her from where she was sitting.
"And you can shut up and sit down!" Jeremy snapped, whirling around to glower at her.
Startled at his vehemence and his tone, Jessie stared up at him, cowed and embarrassed, and carefully settled back down.
"Sherry, come back here. I want you to apologize to her. Now." Jeremy spoke imperiously, his gaze boring holes into Sherry's back.
For Jessie's part, in spite of having just been scolded by him, a small satisfied smile crept onto her face; she was believing that Jeremy was taking her side in the matter.
'This is ridiculous,' Sherry thought inwardly, irritated. She turned, her eyes blazed at Jeremy. "You didn't even see anything! Why are you making me apologize as though this was my fault? I have nothing to apologize for and I'm not groveling to her!"
"I saw clearly, with my own two eyes, that you pushed Jessie!" Jeremy retorted, every word weighted with a commanding tone.
His towering form stood imposingly before the sofa, as Jessie cowered next to him, as though she were protected by his wings.
As the distance between Sherry and Jeremy seemed to open up further, looking more as though it were a gaping abyss.
"I didn't push that woman. And I'm not going to apologize for something that I didn't do!" Sherry shouted back indignantly.
Her whole body was trembling with emotion, and even her voice shook. But she raised her tone to overcome that trembling and to sound stronger than how she felt right now.
But none of it really mattered, not if Jeremy didn't believe her. His words were hollow to her, and she had no desire to explain what had just happened. He wouldn't believe her anyway.
In Jeremy's eyes, she was just an evil woman who constantly lied to him. And her heart broke to hear that he didn't believe her, and would rather believe the liar.
"Sherry, I swear to god, you...!" Jeremy bit back his words, too angry to speak.
She turned and made to leave once
e had done something wrong, but had the gall to act as though it were a mercy to her. And Sherry saw no reason to thank him for anything.
"Jeremy, call Chester right now and take back the liquidated damages. I refuse to stop working!" Sherry threw herself onto the ground, wailing in despair.
"Go to hell." Jeremy snapped, glaring.
And without another word, he grabbed Jessie roughly by the arm and dragged her out of the room, leaving Sherry to her anguish.
The door slammed shut, and Sherry was alone.
Sitting on the ground, she felt as though all her strength had fled her body. Where she first saw red, now all she saw was darkness from which there would be no end. All the terrible memories she'd tried to dwell upon now set upon her like savage beasts.
She had always thought herself as weak to the matters of the heart, but she'd always been courageous and persevered where she could. Her strength came from her love for Jeremy.
Everything she did was to prevent him from divorcing her, and it came to the point that she was even willing to commit suicide to keep him with her.
But now, as she recalled the past, she knew without a doubt that the man who she could've once died for, the man of her dreams, was now the stuff of nightmares. He was pulling her into an endless world of pain and anguish. She had wanted him, and now she had him, but in the worst of ways. She smiled bitterly. None of it was worth it.