Chapter 1097 He Believes Her


    Aron was awakened. The anxiety in his wife''s voice lingered in his mind, and he immediately knew that


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    something was wrong. "Who was calling at thiste hour, I?" he asked in his drowsy voice.


    "It was Sher. I don''t know what''s wrong, but something happened to her. You stay here and watch


    Amanda. I will go out quick and meet her at the gate," I replied vastly as she grabbed her clothes


    and got dressed in a hurry.


    Hearing what she had said, Aron came fully awake. Sitting up straight, he said, "Got it. Be careful,


    honey."


    "I will. I''m worried, cause I don''t know what''s going on with Sher!" The concern in her voice was evident


    to him.


    As the taxi dropped Sheryl off at I''s house, I stood outside of her house, anxiously waiting for her


    friend. Watching Sheryl getting out of the cab, she called out with a wave, "I am here, Sher. Come


    here!"


    Noticing that I was waving at her, Sheryl felt relieved and made her way in the direction of her friend.


    Sheryl''s reddened eyes and grim face caught I''s attention instantly. Her heart sank when she saw


    her upset best friend, who seemed as if she had been through a difficult ordeal. "What''s going on with


    you, Sher?" she asked in fluster.


    With her head down, Sheryl remained silent, and tears started rushing out of her eyes.


    Rattled, I took out a tissue from her jacket and wiped off her tears tofort her. "Oh...Don''t cry,


    please. Let''s go inside," she continued,forting her friend while leading her into the house and


    patting her back.


    The moment I left their bedroom, Aron got out of bed and fixed himself too. When the two women


    entered the house, the lights in the living room were already on. He was worried about Sheryl and was


    waiting for them patiently.


    "Aron, did you leave Amanda alone?" Sheryl asked as she nced around the living room.


    "It''s okay, Sher. Amanda is sleeping soundly in her room. Luckily for us, she isn''t a light sleeper.


    Honestly, I don''t think that there''s any sound that can wake her up, especially, once she''s fast asleep,"


    Aron replied.


    "Please, sit down now, Sher," I said in a soft and calm tone, as she seated Sheryl on the couch.


    Turning over to Aron, I urged, "Honey, please go get Sher a tall ss of water."


    "I already did, honey," replied Aron, as he smiled in an attempt to ease the tense atmosphere. He then


    pointed to the ss of water on the coffee table.


    "Sher, before you tell us what''s wrong, have some water first," I rmended to her friend, whom


    she was very worried about. She then handed the ss of water to Sheryl. She took a seat next to her


    friend and watched her drink it, in the hope that she would calm down.


    However, Sheryl was not in the mood to drink water. She was sidetracked and boiling with anger on the


    inside.


    "What if I divorce Charles? Would that be okay?" Sheryl asked earnestly, looking at her friend.


    Hearing this, I was certain that something must have happened to make Sheryl think about divorcing


    her husband, or she wouldn''t havee over in the early hours of the morning. She recalled to herself


    that Sheryl was a sensible person, after all, but to her shock, Sheryl brought up a divorce. She had no


    idea what had happened between her best friend and Charles, to drive her to such irrationality. She


    was confused and never expected Sheryl to even consider divorcing her husband.


    I knew that Sheryl and Charles suffered a lot in the past and that they had gone through a couple of


    rough patches. Somehow, they found their way back to each other. ''What''s going on between these


    two now?'' she wondered.


    "Come again? What are you talking about, Sher? You and Charles are madly in love with each other,


    right? I mean, he would never even think of divorcing you. Besides, you two have a lovely pigeon pair


    together!" I eximed loudly. Changing the topic as fast as she could, she asked in confusion, "So,


    what were you fighting about, if I may ask?"


    "Its all because of Charles'' mother! Everything is her fault!" Sheryl replied. When she spat those words,


    it dawned on her that she had never mentioned Melissa to I before.


    Sheryl never told I about Melissa before, as Charles asked her never to do so.


    However, regrettably, the rtionship between her and Melissa got worse over time, and thest thing


    she ever wanted to do wasin about it to her friend. If there was one thing that Sheryl hated, it


    was ainer.


    Regardless, she couldn''t keep it to herself any longer, as she desperately felt the need to find someone


    to confide in. If she didn''t do so, she would most probably lose her mind.


    "What? Since when do you have a mother-inw? I thought that she died more than a decade ago?"


    I asked, her mouth agape in tremendous shock.


    "Yes, that was exactly what I thought. I also heard that she passed away years ago, but then she


    appeared out of nowhere and moved into Dream Garden. Ever since, she''s made an incredible effort to


    turn Charles and me against one another," Sheryl replied with a resigned expression on her face. It had


    never crossed her mind that she would ever meet such an unreasonable woman, who just happened to


    be her husband''s mother.


    "So, she is alive? Well, then where has she been all these years and why didn''t she go back to her own


    home?" I asked, looking at Sheryl with a baffled expression on her face.


    "Oh, wow...You must have felt like you''ve seen a ghost," Aron butted in, dumbfounded by what Sheryl


    was telling them.


    Since she already brought up the topic, Sheryl thought that it wouldn''t matter sharing absolutely


    everything that had happened between her and Melissa, with I and Aron. In fact, she needed to talk


    to someone about it, and was tired of keeping it to herself for such a long time.


    I was surprised at first, but after hearing Sheryl''s story, she was not only astonished by what her


    friend had told her, but she was also infuriated. "I cannot believe this, Sher. Charles'' mother has gone


    way too far. Even a fool could see that you were framed by her appearing out of nowhere. I don''t


    believe that Charles couldn''t see through her trick," I fumed.


    "Initially, Charles believed me and he promised me that he would talk to his mother, but her intention


    from the very beginning was one thing alone, and that was to split Charles and me up. I wouldn''t put


    anything past her, especially because she even staged her own suicide. This time, he believed his


    mother over me!" Sheryl replied with a desperate tone. She was tired of the entire situation. All she


    really wanted was some peace.


    In fact, she was even prone to understand Charles. ''On the one hand, Melissa is his mother, who gave


    him life. On the other hand, I am his wife, who has been left behind. I don''t have any means to prove


    my own innocence, '' she thought.


    Even though Sheryl was an understanding woman, she was still disappointed in Charles for allowing


    another person to drive a wedge between them.


    "Wait, but why does his mother hate you so much? Did you do anything wrong to her?" I asked


    cautiously with furrowed eyebrows. She had confusion written all over her face. ''Since she''s been gone


    for fifteen years, she couldn''t possibly have any grudge against Sher...Why is she so hostile towards


    Sher?


    Does she hate to see her son live a happy life? Perhaps she is jealous, '' she brooded.


    "I have no clue whatsoever," Sheryl replied in a frustrated tone and shook her head. She had mulled


    over this from the very start. If she had been able to figure it out before, she and Charles wouldn''t have


    ended up this way. Not only that, but she definitely wouldn''t be sitting in front of her friendining


    and sobbing in self-pity.


    I''s phone''s ringtone broke the silence in the room.


    I quickly nced over to her phone. When she saw the caller ID, she was enraged. Since Aron was


    closer to her cellphone, she turned towards her husband and said impatiently, "It''s Charles calling. Give


    me my phone, please."


    "Come on now, honey. By picking up the phone, you will only make things worse. I realize that Charles


    made a mistake and what he did was entirely unfair to your friend, but we should still give him a


    chance. Let me talk to him," Aron said as he picked up the phone.


    Before his finger touched the screen, Sheryl snatched the phone from his hand and hung up


    immediately. With a sullen look in her eyes, she said firmly, "Don''t take any of his calls. There is no


    need for any of us to talk to him."


    ''Facing love, everyone is selfish in some sense.


    Aron has a point. Even though Charles failed me as a husband, he has his reason and he deserves to


    be forgiven.


    Nevertheless, there is no right nor wrong when ites to our marriage and what he did. It is but a


    mere question of his decision to choose which rtionship to save first. It is a choice between his


    mother, who abandoned him, and his beloved wife.


    He could only save one of his rtionships. No matter who he chooses, the other one he fails would


    not run back to him in an act of desperation.


    After all, he is the most important person in both our lives.


    Although we don''t like one another, we treat the man wholeheartedly and give our unreserved love to


    him. But when we don''t receive the same level of love and care from him, we be upset.


    I''m certain that Charles mes me for everything I failed to do.


    His mother isn''t good at acting whatsoever, but he still believes her. That''s what hurts me most, '' she


    pondered in her mind.