The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 152

"What did she say? Is it fire that makes you as nervous as cat, uh?”

"Sherman's crying, Billy had cheated on her and she caught him red-handed." She frowned.

'They had only been married not long ago and this happened; what more, right on New Year’s Day.

Was there a misunderstanding?'

Slightly restraining his brows, Mark got up too; he muttered, "Come on, I'll go with you."

Summer nodded.

They arrived at their usual gathering place-a premium room in Club Nightshade. All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

The moment they entered it, Summer saw Sherman sprawled on the counter, her shoulders twitching,

followed by intermittent sobbing.

Grace, on the other hand, was merciless with her words, keeping their glasses full. She never knew

how to comfort anyone. If not, she wouldn't have called Summer.

Summer was like her savior; upon seeing her, she signaled with her eyes for Summer to comfort

Sherman.

Sherman had been crying since morning for nearly two hours. Grace was panicked and shaken but

could only watch helplessly.

Glancing at Mark behind, Grace curled her red lips and pointed to the room next door. "They are next

door."

She was referring to Billy and Charlie. Mark nodded slightly. He gave a quick look at Summer, reacting

quietly, he left the room.

Summer patted Sherman softly on the shoulders, as if coaxing a child, but she didn't utter a word.

Grace, who was always impatient, couldn't take it any longer. Her eyes gestured to Summer. 'Letting

her cry unstoppably isn’t going to solve the problem!'

Placing her finger over her mouth, she signaled at Grace so that she would keep quiet.

At that moment, Sherman was certainly not in the mood for any advice, and any attempt would only go

t o waste.

The only way was to let her vent until she was satisfied. She would then stop on her own accord.

Summer pulled Grace aside and had her sit at the farthest corner; she snatched the wine bottle from

her hands, and they both sat there normally.

Finally, the crying stopped after lasting for another half an hour.

As Sherman lifted her head, she looked pitiful with her swollen red eyes and her tear-covered face.

Summer sighed and walked over. She stretched out her hand to wipe the tears off Sherman's face.

"Tell m e, what happened?”

Sherman had completely lost her usual cheer; she looked very pale, and her expression was awful.

"He was in bed with another woman, and I caught him red-handed..."

Because of all the crying, her voice was coarse and ugly. Summer handed her a glass of water.

"Sherman, could you have mistaken? Although I don’t know much about Billy, but he couldn't be that

kind of man. Besides, weren't you in a blissful relationship?"

'They spent the entire day together, yet Billy didn’t refute her words at all; and that made her feel

something was wrong.'

"I wished my eyes had fooled me or I was blind. But the stench and scene wouldn't lie; besides, he had

also admitted."

Sherman shook her head, tears trickling down her face into her mouth. It was bitter and painful.

Upon hearing that, Summer was stunned. She was in shock and disbelief. "He admitted?"

Sherman nodded. Tears engulfed her face that even Summer could not make clear of her appearance.

It was blurry, her voice choked, and her speech became gibberish.

"He said he was drunk... and they had sex... there was n o mistake... Summer... it hurts so much that

I'm suffocating... what should I do?”