Man, what's wrong with you?

Sherry's dizziness was getting worse. She stumbled and bumped against the cabinet, which shook with the impact.

Moreover, the wound on her back was stinging, as if it the skin had been slashed into pieces. But the physical pain was far more bearable than the pain in her heart.

"Where did you get these? Are they from Steve, or some other man?" Jeremy asked angrily, as he stepped forward to steady the cabinet. He looked without sympathy at Sherry.

She coughed. Her hair covered her face as she bent to cover her mouth and hide her fragile, injured eyes.

"So, it turns out you like such things, and the man who give them to you!" Jeremy sneered.

He glanced at the pile inside the cabinet. The sight of the gifts made him even angrier.

"No..." Sherry said softly, trailing off. She considered explaining, then swallowed back the words. Instead, a bitter smile formed on her face.

She knew Jeremy well enough to know that nothing would convince him. It didn't matter what she said to him when he was in a temper. He wouldn't believe her anyway.

"No?" Jeremy repeated incredulously. "You've already made the effort to keep these things while I wasn't here! I can see how much you treasure these gifts!" To him, it seemed very obvious that she had a guilty conscience.

He breathed hard, thinking of what he would say to teach Sherry a lesson. "I've learned that you are a vain and shallow woman! You would throw yourself at any man who gives you these stupid presents.

I never knew until today that you had such vanity!" Sherry stared at him. He was looking at her with sarcasm and contempt.

She realized that even after being married for so long, Jeremy still had no idea what kind of person she really was. He thought she was vain and stupid like his other women.

"Don't talk nonsense," she said tiredly. "What you're saying isn't true. You just love to judge me by your own impossible standards." With that, Sherry pushed him away and stumbled out of the ward.

Still wearing her hospital clothes, she rushed down the corridor, heading towards the front doors of the hospital. She didn't know where she was going. She only knew that she wanted to escape Jeremy and forget the cruel words that broke her heart.

She emerged from the hospital and began hurrying down the street.

was exhausted, but she used every last bit

and doubled over, clutching at a

her stomach growling with

surroundings. She recognized where she

was the tall building

by the sidewalk near the

trying to see if anyone was inside.

quickly turned. Chester stood there, looking at her with surprise. He asked, "Sherry, what are you

you leave?" He studied her pale, sweating face and saw that she had placed a hand on the car. He realized she was unsteady and about

and in contrast to her pale skin, her cheeks were flushed. Her lips

have a fever!" he exclaimed, as he placed a gentle hand on her forehead.

tightened his arms around her. In a worried voice, he said, "I'll take you back to the

don't want to go

it will get worse." He

and courteous, but he

back against the

on the steering wheel, gazing into her

won't take you to the hospital," he said with a sigh. She

the road.

as it wasn't to the hospital. She watched the scenery outside the car

Memories overwhelmed her as all the sadness and pain of the past several

told herself this was the last

shed

corner of his eye, Chester saw Sherry's shoulders trembling.

so helpless and alone, wandering around in hospital clothes. Something terrible must have happened