Man, what's wrong with you?

Jeremy had been listening to him for a while, so now, his muscles were all bunched up with tension, as the other man's voice grated against his ear.

The words coming from the man's mouth made him want to shove his hand in there and pull out his tongue.

With a scoff, he crushed the cigarette in his hand in the ashtray, almost grinding it into powder, and then threw it aside.

Steve was a blockhead who couldn't get a clue, so he still approached Jeremy and said, "Jeremy, can you help me ask her out tonight? I can't wait anymore! In return, I will give you a virgin, okay?"

When he heard that, Jeremy was struck dumb, and his face turned sickly pale in an instant.

Even before, Steve often made fun of him to test how much he cared about his women. However, this time, it made him think.

Had he treated Sherry so badly that Steve couldn't notice the difference?

"Steve, I want to tell you something later, but let me make a call first," he said to pacify Steve.

Then, he took out his phone and called Sherry.

In his mind, the least that he could do for her was to keep her identity confidential. After all, she had been his wife for so many years. But then, he determined that it was probably okay to let Steve know.

Between the choice of telling Steve or not, he decided that this was better since he didn't want Steve to keep thinking about her all the time.

"Sherry, I'm in the bar where we met last time. Can you please come here? Steve is here too. I..." Jeremy trailed off into silence when he thought of Jeffery all of a sudden.

His voice, which was originally polite and kind, suddenly turned icy and domineering, and as Sherry listened to him, it felt like ice-cold water was poured over her head.

"Sorry, I can't. I'm busy right now."

trembling voice replied before she quickly

as she held her cellphone tightly, her fingertips whitening with too

rang in her

ask Jeremy to give you to me. He will agree!" He had said this with so much conviction at that time, that she could not help but begin to doubt, but then, she didn't think that Jeremy would agree at all. After all, she was his wife. He didn't love her, but it

received shattered her only hope, and she

manicured nails embedded into her palm, and it made crescent-shaped indents that were deep enough to

that could hurt her as

front of the familiar villa and had just taken out her keys, but she didn't open the door. Instead, she turned away and

not her

taxi out of the blue, and half an hour later, she had finally arrived at her

the window through which she could still see the curtain inside, and she couldn't help the brittle

place, the apartment that she had bought with her hard-earned salary. Who knows? Maybe she could

and then she went to the

when a strange sound came from the roadside, and she couldn't stop

squatting against a tree and vomiting. The hair on her arms stood on their ends from the repeated sound of retching, and

of wine and alcohol assaulted Sherry's nose, and even though she was used to

overtook her face. The man who was

'Why is he here?'

felt like a jumble of thoughts at

him because she had just met Jeffery twice. "Don't forget

as Jeremy's words came

strode forward determinedly, away from Jeffery, and her shoulders and neck were stiff from the effort of not looking back. By name, she was still Jeremy's wife, so it would

of retching echoed once again. A pained groan echoed like

the ground he was slumped against