Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

"Scheme?" The word caught Gilbert off guard, his expression as stormy as a tempest at sea. "What 'scheme' are you talking about?" "What, indeed?"

Edgar's lips curled in scorn. "Got the guts to do it but not to own it, Gilbert? I'm clued in, you know. That whole drama at Crestwood! Sherilyn had nothing to do with you... it was you... you orchestrated the whole thing!"

Crestwood?

If Edgar hadn't brought it up, Gilbert probably would've forgotten about that whole thing.

He knows the truth?

"Oh..."

Realization dawned on Gilbert as he glanced at the woman in his arms.

No wonder they were in tears earlier, clinging to each other. Mourning their unforgettable past, were they? How touching!

"Yeah, I set it all up, so what?"

Chin up, eyelids half-drooping in defiance, Gilbert retorted, "You planning on taking her back?"

A flicker of resolve crossed Edgar's face, "Give her back to me!"

"Ha." Gilbert's eyebrows danced in amusement, a scoff escaping him, "You think you're up to it? Sort out your own mess first!"

"I..."

"Edgar!"

up, halting him. Her gaze on Edgar was gentle

"You've got it wrong.

tugged at Gilbert's sleeve, "Let's

"Sherilyn?"

laced with disdain, a chilling glint in

his voice softening into a whisper meant for lovers, "As you wish,

into his embrace, her gaze leaving Edgar

Edgar, it's better this

frozen, watching them walk away, a hollow pain burgeoning in

Empty... powerless, and aching!

unsteady, reaching out to steady himself

you're lying to me, you're not

sight, the warmth

display had been solely

wasn't over, not by a

injured arm needed attention. The hospital was

car door for Sherilyn and helped

car roared to life, Sherilyn spoke, "I'm not going to the hospital." What? Gilbert's brows knitted together

in the wrong today, after

really serious, barely holding

hurt your

Now's not the

for this."

head, "I just don't