Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

The phone rang, but he didn’t pick up.

“Ugh.” Sherilyn sighed, her brow furrowed. He must be busy with some business lunch

What then? Waiting seemed to be her only option.

An hour passed, and it was half past two, only thirty minutes left until her appointment with Gilbert at three in the afternoon

Suddenly, the phone rang again. It was Gilbert!

“Hello!” Sherlyn answered in a rush, not wasting a second. “Its me

“Did you call me?” It seemed Gilbert was in a good mood, probably because he was about to get rid of her. He even offered a rare explanation, “I was tied up just now

But then, he got straight to the point asking her “Where are you? At the town hall? Just wait there. Il be there.

“Gilbert” Feeling quilty, Sherlyn interupted him. Stumbling over her words, she said, “I’m sorry but I can’t make it today How about w push it back a day? Tomorrow, Ill be there on time, I promise!”

There was silence on the other end for several seconds. Then came a cold laugh, full of scom and hidden anger. “Sherlyn, are you doing this again? Putting things off until the last minute, still clinging to hope? How long are you going to keep this up?”

Sherlyn tried to argue, “No, I wasn’t…

Gilbert was having none of it, his words laced with frustration, “Sherilyn, I’ve disliked you for as long as I can remember, and that hasn’t changed! Stop deluding yourself!”

1 wasn’t.” Sherilyn just couldn’t find the words to explain. “Don’t worry. I’ll go through with the divorce. It’s just that I ran into a problem…”

She explained, “I get

get stuck near Wind Bridge. It’s not just me. There’s a crowd…”

What was she doing at Wind Bridge? Excuses! NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

“Really? What a coincidence” Gilbert didn’t believe a word of it,

“I don’t care if you get stuck in a jam. You better make it here now, even if you have to crawl all the way! We’re ending this marriage today no matter what!”

After his outburst, he hung up.

“Hello?” Sherlyn was left holding her phone in the dark

What should she do then?

ly choice.

His words were clear, leaving her no other option. With the roads blocked, walking was her only

Sherilyn chuckled at her predicament. Anyway, it was better than crawling. With no other option left, Sherilyn grabbed her bag and got off. A gust of wind–carrying rain hit her face.

Sherilyn tried to shield herself, but it was a futile effort. The rain showed no signs of letting up, and she hadn’t brought an umbrella. What could Sherilyn do but grit her teeth and walk? She had worn

a hoodie, hoping it would provide some cover. However, it offered little protection

The rain was relentless, soaking her through and making the hoodie uncomfortable.

Meanwhile, she had temble pain in her abdomen. Sherilyn clutched her belly, pushing forward with determination.

It took her half an hour to reach the collapsed overpass, where she was nearly soaked to the bone

The road was blocked by traffic police, with the rescue team clearing the way. Ambulances lined up in a long queue

“Hey!” A traffic officer stopped her as she attempted to walk through. “We’re clearing the road. It’s not open yet!”

“I know” Sherilyn gave a weak smile, gesturing ahead. “I’m in a burry I walk through by myself. I won’t get in your way of cause any trouble.”

The officer looked her over “Where did you come from? You’re soaked”

Sherilyn answered, “From Wind Bridge.

“What?” The officer was surprised, “You walked from there?”

“Yes.” Sherilyn pleaded with folded hands. “Thave an emergency. My child is home alone, and I’m worried wick.”