"Boom -"

"Boom -"

The rain outside the window was so heavy that it was like a thin veil covering the sky of Squareburg, with low-hanging black clouds, and the wind swaying, making it impossible to see clearly beyond five meters.

At Laneshire.

Holding the mobile phone, Sherry Wallis looked fixedly at the ambiguous pictures sent from the mobile phone.

It was a picture of a woman kissing her husband.

"Ms. Wallis, I'm sure you've seen the photo, so without further ado, I've slept with Pacey Grant and he said he would marry me."

Hearing this, Sherry chuckled.

"What are you laughing at? Don't you believe it?"

Sherry got up from the sofa and suddenly her eyes went black. She took a few seconds to get her breath again. Her hypoglycemia seemed to have gotten a lot worse recently.

She shook her head, whose tone was mild but words were sharp: "Since he promised you, why are you still here? Miss, are you short of money for an abortion? Or contraceptives? Are 30 dollars enough? I can take it as a handout for the prostitutes, or...to settle the money for your photo retouching."

"You don't have to put it so harshly. I know you're very angry right now, but with a man as good as Pacey, can you still expect him to have only one woman for the rest of his life?!" The woman screamed.

Sherry just chuckled and said, "Yes, he will only have me in his life."

They had known each other for ten years and married for three years. They once started a business together and survived the days of having nothing. How could she trust an outsider instead of her lover?

At night, Pacey took faltering steps to knock on the door.

Sherry hurried up to him. As soon as the door opened, the man approached her, hugged her tightly with his long arm, and put his jaw on her shoulder, as if they were inseparable. He called her: "Sher~~"

Sherry was afraid that he would fall, so she took his full weight with her body. This man, no matter how strong he was outside, would always show his childish side in front of her.

She helped the man to the bed: "Why are you so drunk again?"

Pacey lay on his back on the bed, his arms tugging, pressing her underneath him, his drunken eyes as deep as night. Since when did the high-spirited and vigorous young man grow into a man that she could not see-through?

He nibbled lovingly at her slender neck, "Sherry, say you love me."

Sherry had always obeyed him. Even when he bit her painfully without knowing it, she still indulgently inserted her lily-white fingers into his short hair, "Pacey, I love you."

From the moment she gave up on his clingy pursuit, to the moment she nodded to be with him, Sherry never thought she would love anyone else in her life.

"Let go of me first. I'll make some sober soup for you, otherwise, you will have a headache tomorrow." She whispered.

As if he hadn't heard, he held her tightly, which seemed like he wanted to embed her in his body, "Sherry, you are mine."

Sherry nodded: "Yes, I'm yours. Could you let go of me now?"

As if satisfied with the answer, Pacey's head pressed against her shoulder, and fell into sleep.

Sherry got up and skillfully undressed him, blaming him with a little crossly for acting like a child and sleeping without caring anything after being drunk. "How come after all this time you still..."

Sherry froze on the spot after she saw the crimson lipstick mark on his white shirt.

"...do you expect him to have only one woman for the rest of his life?!" The woman's barking words rang out again in Sherry's ears.

She took his shirt and looked for a moment at the man on the bed with whom she had been for ten long years. She witnessed him going from an ordinary young man to the newly rich of Squareburg.

The next morning.

Pacey woke up and subconsciously reached out to wrap his arms around the woman beside him, but he only caught air.

He sat up and the pain in his head told him how much wine he had drunk yesterday.

He pinched his temples with his fingers, and in the corner of his eye, he saw a shirt lying flat on a chair, with its collar turned out and a noticeable lipstick marked on it.

Pacey's fingers paused. He suddenly snatched the covers off and stood up, taking a few steps forward and holding yesterday's shirt in his hands, with fingers tightening slowly.

"Time for breakfast."

Standing in the doorway, Sherry called him peacefully, as if she had not seen the shirt in his hand at all.

But Pacey knew that she must have seen it.

"Yesterday, at a dinner party, someone fell after drinking too much, and I gave her a hand." At the table, Sherry didn't say anything, and Pacey explained after thinking about an excuse, "It should be that time that I accidentally got lipstick marks."

Sherry listened quietly and suddenly lifted her eyes, "Pacey, do you have an affair?"

She asked very straightly, without any foreshadowing or covering up or warning.

She always thought that since they were married, there was no need to be scheming like strangers. They could talk about anything.

A subtle light flashed in Pacey's deep eyes. "No." He said.

Sherry smiled after hearing his words: "Hurry up. As a boss, you can't take the lead in being late."

He said no, then no.

Just like back then, when the two joined hands to establish the Sherry-Grant Group, he said it was enough for him to earn money alone to support the family, and she agreed.

Money and status, in her opinion, were not as important as his love.

Before going out, Pacey grabbed her slender waist and kissed her cheek: "Wait for me."

Sherry-Grant Group.

Pacey sat at a big desk, with his fingers propping on the desktop, and his knuckles tapping against it.

"Dong -"

"Dong -"

“……”

He took out his mobile phone and dialed a number. A woman's joyful and charming voice came over at once, "Pacey~~"

"Wynne Jones, you're out." He said coldly.

Wynne forced a smile, "What are you talking about?"

Pacey said: "Get out of my sight and don't let me see you again."

Only then did Wynne realize that he was not joking, and being frightened, she said, "Why? What am I doing wrong? Tell me, I can correct them. I can do anything for you."

Pacey stood in front of the french window with his hands folded, without any ups and downs in his voice: "You shouldn't let her know your existence. Leave by yourself, and don't make me do it."

She was just a plaything that never qualified to show off in front of his beloved honey!

"No -"

Wynne wanted to say something, but Pacey was not interested in continuing the phone call.

Wynne tried to call back, only to find Pacey had blackened her. She clenched her phone, with her eyes full of unwillingness.

It must be Sherry!

It must be because Sherry told Pacey about the photo behind her back that he broke up with her!

At Laneshire.

Shirley was reading. She felt a little tired unknowingly and fell asleep on the sofa. Recently, she became more and more lethargic and was always easily tired.

She was awakened by a hurried knock at the door, and outside the door, there was an aggressive woman she never met before.

"You are...?" She asked.

Wynne glared at her viciously for a few seconds and suddenly lifted her slap.

"Sherry, you bitch!"

Sherry grabbed her wrist and looked indifferently at the ill-comer. "Do you want me to call security?"

Wynne pulled her hand free. "You told Pacey to kick me out, didn't you? Do you think that you can dominate him? I'm telling you, don't aim at the moon. Which boss doesn't have several paramours? Why do you have to cross me?!”

"You're the woman who called me yesterday morning with the photo?" Sherry seemed to have guessed who she was.

Wynne: "Such a poseur."

Sherry was not angry and let the woman come in.

She invited Wynne with a light smile on her face, but Wynne did not dare to step forward. It is a creature's instinct to be on the defensive when one faces unpredictable things and people.

"What do you want?"

Sherry sat on the sofa in the living room, took out her phone, and called Pacey: "A woman came to our house and said she was your lover..."

Pacey, who was preparing for the meeting, was gloomy after hearing her words.

"Mr. Grant -" seeing him pick up his coat and walk out, the secretary instantly reminded him, "the meeting is about to begin."

"Postpone for two hours."

It took Pacey half an hour to return to Laneshire. At that time, Sherry estimated when he would come back, and made tea in advance.

"Miss Jones, please have a try. It is Pacey's favorite."

Wynne pushed away the tea and said: "I'm not drinking it. Who knows if you've tampered with the tea! Now you know why I'm here, I'm in love with Mr. Grant, you'd better step aside."

The hot liquid in the teacup splashed out and scalded her hands. Sherry put down the cup and wiped off the water droplets, as if nothing had happened: "The lipstick on his clothes was also something you did on purpose, right?"

Wynne said in disdain: "So what?!"

Sherry took a sip of tea and said, "Did he touch you?"

"When..."

"Bang!"

The door was thrown open with a loud bang and Pacey appeared at home with a sullen look on his face.

Wynne, being interrupted by the noise, stood up and walked to him, "Pacey, you're back. I..."

A slap on the face.

Pacey slapped Wynne with such force that the woman fell to the floor instantly. She covered her face and looked at the man in front of her in disbelief.

"Get out!" Pacey only said two words coldly.

Wynne trembled uncontrollably under his harsh and somber look down. She had a gut feeling that at that moment Pacey wanted to kill her.

The pain in her face also reminded her of the warning Pacey had given her at the beginning - never expect anything that doesn't belong to you.

Pacey played with women for novelty and excitement, but there was a taboo: no one was allowed to make trouble with his wife, Sherry.

Obviously, Wynne had broken the taboo.

"Get out, now!"

Wynne ran out with her face covered in her hands. As she ran to the door, she heard the man who always spoke harshly to her, lowered his stance as if to explain, "Just a bar girl. We only met twice..."

She didn't hear the latter words, because the moment she stepped outside, a man who was guarding the door, had covered her mouth and nose and got her into the car.

Sherry avoided Pacey's touch as she looked at him coldly and said, "Pacey, I told you that if you one day fall in love with another woman, I wanted it to be you telling me yourself, not...through another woman."

Pacey gently stroked her cheek with his fingers, looked at her fondly, and said, "Honey, you're always so calm." He glanced at the three teacups on the table, "If I had been a little late, you would have an afternoon tea with her?"

The wife in every case should not be as indifferent as an outsider in the face of a paramour who comes looking for trouble.