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 ended the

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

voice rang in

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

her only hope,

newly manicured nails embedded into her palm, and it

that could hurt her as much as

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

not

so she hailed a taxi out of the blue, and half an

could still see the curtain inside, and she couldn't help

she had bought with her hard-earned salary. Who

not to think too much, and then she went to the nearby supermarket

sound came from the roadside, and she couldn't stop herself from

man, who was squatting against a tree and vomiting. The hair on her arms stood on their

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

to approach the man, but she stopped in her tracks, and disbelief and surprise overtook her face. The man who was retching on the sidewalk looked up, and he looked very familiar to her. It was

'Why is he here?'

like a jumble of thoughts at that moment, and she didn't

had just met Jeffery twice. "Don't forget who you

as Jeremy's words came

stiff from the effort of not looking back. By name, she was still Jeremy's wife, so it would be better for her to mind her

again. A pained groan echoed like a noose that pulled

up from the ground he